Stuff in the Basement

"LBJ quit!!" He stands on the riser,  begging. Like old Viking lords,  their faces shining with sweat, the dancers thrus...

There they sit, packed into what seems little more than a toothpaste tube, two long rows of GIs, helmets festooned with brush, faces black...

[Another old post, but I've been sick, still am. Last night I listened to Kevin Kling say that his prayers have changed through the y...

This morning, even in the dark, we're aboard a ship on a sea of white. A mini-storm roared through earlier this winter, but somethi...

Even in my dotage, I'd like to believe I was never as schoolmarmish as the old woman at the heart of things here; but I know what...

I know how it feels in my hand. I know how it opens and shuts, I know how to set it. I know how compactly it folds up. I'm not sure w...