The Elitist I own a foreign SUV, a suburban tract home, and a pound puppy mutt. I bought a suit at the mall this weekend. I am about as far from an elitist as...
Medium on the Mount Statistics show that most of you read this site between 9am and 2pm Monday through Friday. That means, as you read this, I am covering one of the oddest stories...
Frozen Nose Holes It occurred to me this afternoon. I stood in a crematory parking lot and marveled at the 1500 degree temperature inside the incinerator. That’s hot. As I contemplated the incinerator’s ability...
Why Women Don’t Understand Us My mind has been in meltdown recently, in part, because of women’s bodies. While perhaps the greatest creation ever–with the curves, the rises, the falls–women’s bodies are perhaps the...
Paternity Scoop looked up with eyes that said, “Okay, that’s enough.” The redbrown mutt that wraps me around her sharp claws at every opportunity was tired. She had given up on following me around...
The Disorganization Nation Leaders at Mt. Willis have been in heated talks with nearby Disorganization Nation for eight weeks now. It began in late December with several black-ops missions into Mt. Willis offices. Mt....
Don’t listen to me There is no way a Cop Shop beat reporter from Greenville, South Carolina can memorialize Wall Street Journal Asian Bureau reporter Daniel Pearl. “Harm’s Way” is a phrase I use...
An idealist’s demise It was summer and the long-haired, crooked-nosed idealist was waking up at 3:00 pm…again. The sunlight was forcing its way through the smallest cracks of his mini-blinds. The young man rolled...
My Entire Life Revolves Around a Urinal Shortly after posting my honest pee-pee story, my high school chum Brad called. He was laughing. He knows my pee-pee problems. In high school, Brad, Gary, Danny...
How’s this for honest? I can’t hold my pee-pee There’s been a lot of debate recently among my blogging pals (see left) about the honesty of our blogs. Some say we hold too much...
Back The 12-fingered, 12-toed baby gurgled. I sat in what I started calling the Media Hole (a partitioned hallway’s end, inhabited by several bleary-eyed reporters) and listened to the infant babble, gurgle, and slobber....
Happy Mardi Gras I can smell the muck on the floor of Checkpoint Charlie’s. I can see the blue flames licking a sugared lemon atop a shot of grain alcohol. I can hear my...
Guilty I woke up Saturday morning and I have slept about nine hours since then. I have a lengthy court case and an all-night poker game to thank. After four and half days of...
Weekend in Court Day five in the trial of accused trooper-killer John Wood. The jury checked into its hotel today and I’m about to check into mine…it’s called the Greenville County Courthouse. There is...
