It's dawn, June 6, 1944. You're a U.S. soldier bouncing across the English Channel in a Higgins boat, your stomach in your throat from seasickness and your heart about to explode in your chest.
Kick 'em all out.. I'm talking about the latest group of sinners in baseball. If it turns out that A-Rod, et al., were using performance enhancing drugs then strip them of their records, kick them out of the sport, and if they committed crimes, put
As I've told you before, perhaps verbatim, I love a good conspiracy theory. Ditto a good ghost story, monster yarn and tales of the unexplained. I guess they appeal to my imagination, which has always been a blessing and curse.
I don't make a habit of responding to other columns in this paper, but I would like to add something to one that appeared Thursday by Esther Cepeda.. The headline was "Hang-ups with official languages," and concerned her belief that English will continue
The older I get the more I become convinced Orwell had a time machine.
We're raising a generation of narcissists and socipathic criminals.
We've all heard a story of someone with a ridiculous name.
No good deed goes unpunished. All I wanted to do was give the dude his phone back.. Tuesday evening I found a newer BlackBerry in a gas station parking lot. My first thought was to leave it with the attendant, but I quickly brushed that idea aside, thinking that a
As disturbing as the week's events have been, the most horrifying thing I've seen is not the bombings or the ricin letters or the fertilizer plant explosion.
I was leaving my doctor's office the other day when a cancer patient got on the elevator with me.