When an Alabama man's car broke down on the eve of his first day of work for a moving company he set out on foot at midnight to cover the 20-mile trip to his job.
When an Alabama man's car broke down on the eve of his first day of work for a moving company he set out on foot at midnight to cover the 20-mile trip to his job.
I hesitate to point this out, but in a sport where 1-nil is considered a thrilling game, shots of smoking hot women in their team’s colors may be the only thing keeping some viewers awake.
I don’t think I’m the only one who actually drove to Blockbuster in her pajamas to drop off almost-delinquent tapes just before the midnight deadline.
All this anti-straw hysteria is based on scare statistics. Not science or hard data.
I was there about an hour before I realized all the juicy jobs were in the “Help Wanted Male” section.
Bulletins about the 12 boys and their coach, trapped miles underground in a serpentine cave, have captivated many of us. We're hungry for a story that can't be hijacked and spun by political operatives.
These young officers know they will never be rich. They know that some in the city will instinctively hate and distrust them. They know that every call they answer will be fraught with danger.
A couple of eggheads - including one from Harvard - want you to think twice before flying your flag or taking your kids to a parade.
Every single journalist I know has a story about a freak who badgered, stalked, harassed or threatened him or her. Most never bothered to tell a superior, let alone law enforcement.
Sitting directly in front of us was a boy, about 5. When he spied the man’s missing leg he swiveled completely around and began to stare.
For much of 2018, however, he’s been back at the Beach, working for an undisclosed benefactor or benefactors. Holland’s been doggedly doing what he does best: using the Freedom of Information Act to sift through thousands of documents and emails.
Unaccustomed to life-or-death decisions, I did what seemed right at the moment.
Once you go down the rabbit hole of old commercials you find yourself transported back in time.
Pity Wilder didn’t have the foresight to know that risk takers - like her parents - who rode covered wagons into the wilderness, lived in sod dugouts and buried their babies on the prairies would someday be regarded as white supremacists instead of settlers.
If only she’d cast her parents as villains.
Maybe this would be a good week for us to vow to spend a pleasant meal with someone who voted differently than we did in the last election. Not with the intent of changing their minds, either.
Is it asking too much that “breaking one’s silence” ought to mean something? There are times when folks actually do wait years or even decades to speak about delicate events.
The all-you-can-eat-taxpayer-funded buffet could close down and developers might have to start paying for their own projects.
The horror of it all.