I’ve only been inside a Hummer once; climbed up behind the wheel of their biggest model — literally climbed — while I was at the Twin Cities Auto Show a few years back. I felt exactly like the guy driving the Imperial Walker during the final attack on the rebel base on Hoth. If I’d had Julian Glover glowering over my…

Self-drive cars will kill off short-haul airline flights. Why spend half the day flying 400 miles when your robot-car can likely get you there faster and and cheaper and definitely in more comfort?

1) Long distance truck drivers will become a thing of nostalgia; they’ll be seen as a romantic figure that is no more.

How about the Confederate submarine H.L. Hunley? Granted, it did sink the U.S.S. Housatonic, but managed to sink itself in the same action. It also killed the only three crews to serve aboard it. The scorecard: the Union lost an easily replaceable sloop, the Confederacy lost its one and only submarine, the Union lost…

Keith Hernandez. Gary Carter. David Cone. Rusty Staub. John Olerud. Lots of others. The Mets didn't begin in 2006.

Mine is not a horror story, just funny. A few years ago, I drove my car's tires longer than I should have — by maybe a year — and when I took the car to a tire dealer to buy new tires, the fellow took a look at my car and asked, "Have you been driving on these?"

Another Republican obsessed with rape. A little surprising that he'd go public with his fetish, so soon before 2016.

As a copyeditor, I love misprints of this kidney:

"Marlboro Man" = "Game of War Kate"

Shh! Don't let the commies know about it; the walls have ears! And they're probably pierced.

I know it's not what she intended, but when the Senator started going off on her bread-bag shoes, it reminded me of Howard Hughes in his crazy old germophobe period, stomping around his Las Vegas penthouse with Kleenex® boxes on his feet, watching "Ice Station Zebra" on a continuous loop.

There's an old P.T. Barnum saying, "There's a fool born every minute...and two born to take him." Mr Wilpon is on a lifelong quest to prove this true. Con artists, start your engines!

This is like one of those faux-Lovecraft stories where the narrator is scribbling away madly, muttering, "Give me a minute, would you?" as the demon hordes from Yuggoth are slithering in through his study window...

If someone came up with a means for transplanting a viable fetus into these fellows, enabling them to go full-term, I wonder how many of these manly, manly men would opt in?

Have any of the reporters who ignored steroids when they were rampant — for instance, Mr Olney — resigned their rather cushy positions as a demonstration of remorse about overlooking the biggest story of the era?

In some weird way I now find Madonna reminiscent of the Lawrence Welk Show.

The first part of the story seemed pretty creepy, but when it came to the revelation that he "had never been to the Drake Hotel," I felt like I'd suddenly jumped from the Times into a Stephen King story.

I'm certainly glad you brought in a copy editor to fix your writing. Now if you could just find an expert who could help you with your evident compulsion to condescend to others...

Actually, I did not write anything you just attributed to me. Better luck next time. And you really should proofread more carefully, because your opening sentence is not only self-contradictory, but borders upon gibberish.

Because people watch the show and argue about it on websites and increase their advertising revenue. Money trumps reputation.