It isn’t every day that one buys a new automobile. Therefore, it should be an occasion marked with at least some measure of anticipation and excitement as I drive the shiny, as yet undented chariot off the dealer’s lot. So why do I feel like I want to go directly home, cover my mirrors, and
I have a bone to pick with Hollywood. Which just goes to show how annoyed I am, that so soon after the festival of engorgement I’m still talking about picking on bones! Do you like movies? Do you like going to the movies, or are you one of those people who prefer sitting on your couch
I don’t know about you, but the longer I live, the more I become aware of daily irritants. These niggling events pose a threat to the inner peace to which I feel entitled. I mean, once you reach a certain age, have you not earned the right to punch the person next to you on
