Widowmaker or no, I jumped at the chance to fly in it.
True Inauguration Day was yesterday, the 4th of March, as enshrined in the Constitution.
I grew up with the two-spaces-between-sentences rule, which I learned in high school typing class.
But hey, Joe Biden, you don’t need anyone’s approval to commute Reality Winner’s prison sentence, so how about it?
You don’t have to be a literal major to be an iron one; it’s a matter of position and attitude.
In the spirit of living large, I asked my barber for a flat top. Hey, it’s a look. A cop look.
The library sent an email to remind us a book Donna borrowed is coming due. I told her I’d take it back when she’s done. I must have uttered the L-word, because Mister B jumped down from the couch and ran to the back door, which leads to the garage, wherein waits the truck and […]
I didn’t listen to Rush Limbaugh’s radio show, but like everyone else couldn’t avoid hearing parts of it from time to time. I remember a segment Rush tried to pass off a live roast of Hillary Clinton, but which was actually him alone in the studio cracking wise to short audio clips of Clinton taken […]