Give me my couch any old time – my spaceship to the moon.
They make me wistful, these photos, and I am not a wistful man.
All is good – love October, the pumpkins, the playoffs, the hints of cashmere in the trees.
Sportswriters get no respect, especially from each other. They don’t trust nobody. But they are often a paper’s biggest stars.
Enough about sex. Had some bad experiences myself – four kids – and a wife who wouldn’t forgive me, because I was never all that limber or generous.
I don’t care for Trevor Noah. So? Nothing personal, I just can’t stand the impish idiot. Or John Oliver either.
Happy birthday, New Orleans, located in a delightful location, at the bottom of the nation's drainpipe, the Mississippi River. France sort of settled it, if settled is the right word. To populate it originally, France sent prisoners slaves and servants. Surrounded by hostile Native Americans and peppered by mosquitoes, they nearly revolted. To calm them, … Continue reading New Orleans
L.A. has none of the qualities a guy like me needs: affordable housing, decent diners, bait shops and old bookstores with ratty couches.
Visited the liquor aisles of the Midwestern supermarkets, the best liquor aisles in the world. They go on for about 300 yards.
The Tetons were great. As I told Smartacus, they don’t call them Grand for nothing. These weren’t just any old Tetons, I can assure you that.