Springer considers becoming a poet, his dog wearing scarves, the worst album covers of all time … really anything that’s decidedly not writing an actual column this week. For crying out loud, how can he think about his column when he has some celebratin’ to do?
Springer reminisces about time spent in the slammer, and considers how signing up for a Facebook account may have been the best thing he did over the holidays.
If threatened with waterboarding, I might recount to you my childhood Christmas memories: going to Grandma’s house in the country, hoards of cousins, broken bits of hard candy in cut glass bowls, playing with the …
So. I’m delivering afternoon newspapers over 140 miles of country roads. It’s what I do. There sits Dorothy, today as every day, peering through the screen door, despite the weather, waiting for me to bring …
We drove up to Chicago to see my mother-in-law over Thanksgiving, and in the hours it would take to finish preparations on the turkey and stuffing and pies and Brussel sprouts and potatoes and more, …
“Impregnable packaging has incited such frustration among consumers that an industry term has been coined for it — ‘wrap rage.’ It has sent about 6,000 Americans each year to emergency rooms with injuries caused by …
