Don’t Fuck With Butter
Read MoreI have a rule. It is this.
DON’T FUCK WITH BUTTER.
Pretty clear. Simple to understand. Easy to follow.
Read MoreI have a rule. It is this.
DON’T FUCK WITH BUTTER.
Pretty clear. Simple to understand. Easy to follow.
Read MoreEarlier this week, I returned to Washington. D.C. for the first time in a long while. I lived in the District of Columbia and Arlington, Virginia (right across the Potomac River) for 12 years. So, my recent visit here rekindled some old memories. This is a continuation of the series which began yesterday.
Read MoreThe phone rang. This wasn’t a call I expected.
“Nolan, there’s an open seat tomorrow night in the game,” the voice said. “You want to come?”
“The game,” I asked? “You mean — THE GAME?”
“Yeah.”
“Deal me in!”
Read MoreBring up the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and reactions typically vary from indifference to fanaticism — with little territory in between.
Indeed, the chasm of constructive dialogue is currently so narrow, that merely reducing tension in this long-troubled region would be considered a historic success. That’s how low the bar has been set. Stopping all violence is probably next to impossible. Achieving everlasting peace between Jews and Arabs seems like a starry-eyed fantasy.
Read MoreLas Vegas is not known for the arts.
The closest one comes here to a world-class symphony orchestra or a Tony Award-winning musical is a time clock-punching seventy-five-minute show at one of the major casinos on the Vegas Strip. Even though the greater Las Vegas valley is home to more than a million residents, a bona fide home for cultural events and the arts did not exist — until now.