Names to Remember, Faces Not to Forget
Read MoreIf there’s a downside to the capture of the Boston Marathon bomber, it’s that the world will be forced to endure hearing his name and seeing his face over and over again.
But not here.
Read MoreIf there’s a downside to the capture of the Boston Marathon bomber, it’s that the world will be forced to endure hearing his name and seeing his face over and over again.
But not here.
Read MoreI hope those of you who read Kevan Garrett’s wonderfully inspirational e-mail yesterday had a chance to do some soul searching and think about your own “Bay to Breakers” moment.
Read MoreYesterday’s terrifying events in Boston remind us that by witnessing death, we the survivors have an obligation to embrace and celebrate life.
Read MoreI just finished walking two fucking miles through the mountains of North Carolina only to find the ending point of my destination closed for business.
I did this not just once, but twice. Once on Saturday, and again a second time on Sunday.
You might ask — at what precise hour of the day were my two excursions?
My first venture ended at 2:20 pm. My second venture was completed at 1:05 pm.
Question: What kind of fucking pancake house padlocks its front doors at 1:05!
I’ll tell you precisely what pancake house. Stick around. Grab a chair. Pop some popcorn. Better yet — make some pancakes!
Read MoreAside from nearly a century of tradition, the breathtaking beauty and serenity, and the grand majesty of Augusta National during the springtime, what truly sets The Masters apart from everything is the way it’s broadcast to millions of television viewers. Indeed, The Masters now stands alone as the only major sporting that hasn’t been destroyed by crass commercialization, excessive corporatism, and non-stop advertising.