For reasons I still cannot fully explain, I have always loved Friday the Thirteenth. It had nothing to do with the movies (my degree of sensitivity includes feeling witnessed violence, so I don’t go for slash’em’up gorefests if I can … Continue reading →
Much like Texas, the British are renowned for saying that if you don’t like the weather, then wait five minutes. It’s oddly comforting to find such things such as that which help make the UK as much home as Texas. … Continue reading →
I apparently have a Shel Silverstein poem in my head today, but I don’t mind. For my generation of Americans, I suspect every one of us grew up with Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic, and … Continue reading →