Microfilm serves many purposes. It’s great for research. And for genealogy. It makes you really tired and bored, which induces naps. It serves as a wonderful threat element for children, along the lines of, “If you don’t clean your room, you’ll be forced to read through the 1977 Nashville Banner.”
This is me. Right now. At this very moment … I’m in a library. Deep down in the South. I’ve been in this spot—this exact spot—for four or five hours. I’ll be here until the library closes. Then I’ll return tomorrow morning. It’s Microfilm Hell. I hate microfilm. Hate, hate,
Ashley Kummer is a student at Pace High School in Pace, Florida. Here, she writes about the difficulties girls face when they participate in high school athletics. You can follow Ashley on Twitter here. Being a girl in high school can be tough, and I’m not just saying this because
I’ve often heard people comment on my dog’s dazzling intellect. Her name is Norma, and she sometimes seems perceptive, wise, intuitive, bright. She’s a little cockapoo with a big brain, and … and … Tonight, my son Emmett had a fever, and vomited in bed. It was an ugly scene,
When, a few weeks ago, the wife suggested we hold a tag sale, I wasn’t feeling it. I pictured a lawn filled with our old crap, and strangers combing through the wreckage, looking to pay $1 for something that, not long ago, cost $50. Well, today we held our tag
This photo appeared in the April 1982 issue of Sport Magazine. I’m not sure why, but it stuck with me. I was 9-years old, a new subscriber, and the image screamed to me, “Cool. So, so, so, so cool …” From that moment on, Ken Griffey, Sr. was my favorite
In the course of planning our New York-to-California move, I’ve been digging through tons of old folders and cabinets, uncovering stuff I haven’t seen in years. Like this … In case you can’t tell, it’s the Yankee roster from spring training, 1988. Back in the day, the Bronx Bombers made
I suppose being a celebrity has lots of perks, but I wouldn’t wish it on the kid who stole my lunch money. I’ve covered oodles of famous people through the years, and it’s striking how many are unhappy, lonely, paranoid, isolated. Put differently: Watch the above video. Ariana Grande is
I would like to use this blog entry to congratulate the pro-Russia separatists who accidentally killed 298 people yesterday. Mazel-fucking-tov. You did it. Single-handedly, you did it. By (oops) accidentally firing a n SA-series missile at a passenger jet, as opposed to a military aircraft, you ended the lives of
My daughter goes to a day camp near our home, and today was Throwback Thursday. Casey asked if I had any legwarmers, which I somehow lack. “Then I’m not going to wear anything,” she said. And that was that. Then the wife entered the room, holding the dress she wore