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The president is on TV, and my wife is holding her nose—not pinching it like he stinks (though he does), just cupping it like she’s been punched. Above a vast new expanse of flat skin between his eyes and mouth, he’s telling us our noses will be n... More »
By Mark Fritz Homer O’Hara loved to tell stories. He had a wealth of them, accumulated over a period of 80 years lived in interesting times. For years he had been hoping to get the opportunity to tell a few to his 8-year-old great-grandson, Brandon. Kids... More »
I look in the fridge and it’s practically empty, only a few packets of ketchup, an ancient bottle of olives with pimentos, and a stale crust of bread. Looks like tomato-olive soup with croutons for dinner. Again. Ah, the writer’s life! I know deep down I... More »
By Jeff B Willey “If 9-11 was indeed a mass scale ritual, a sacrifice of thousands to the appeasement of some dark force, then it should be asked who are the gratified demigods of that supplication? And who received the boons from satiating them?” The ... More »
by Dan Geddes One Friday evening after “Jeopardy” I become fascinated by my complete lack of romantic prospects, and the reality that, though only 25, I just might die alone. The utter hopelessness of my situation seems confirmed as I remember that my plan... More »
Golden Publishing recruited only the foolhardy and the destitute, the bungled and the botched, and held their employees in a tight vise of hopelessness. Desperate job-seekers like myself were attracted by its “Help Wanted” box in the Sunday paper: ... More »
So I pulled into a McDonald’s. I walked into the white-lit restaurant, nearly slipping on wet red tile. I entered the line, and saw from the Ronald McDonald clock (which pointed with white-gloved gangling arms) that it was four o’clock. The beginni... More »