And it certainly didn’t lead to a groundswell of campus admiration.
I’m sure I could have set enduring track records, but the coach told me I had to wear a uniform to compete and, no, just socks didn’t count.
No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always Eight Days to Amish: How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work.
It is said great satire doesn’t mimic the times, it predicts them. I wrote the following “Last Baby Boomer” excerpt in 2004. It’s ...