I see problems ahead when this fish goes to Lenscrafters for their latest special sale.

It's odd, isn't it? There are so many obvious targets for the poison darts people are so willing to let fly, Ms. Bullock is just an inappropriate choice for me.

I waited on Ms. Bullock last night, the second time I have been fortunate enough to do so. She is charming, self-effacing, extremely beautiful inside and out, and generou$. The woman has charm to burn, something that has to make it difficult to portray people far-removed from that state of being.

I knew the end of western civilization was upon us when recently while at work at the restaurant where I toil, Mr. Francis was exiting the premises when an enthused guest approached him and without detectable traces of irony said, "Hey Joe! I'm a big fan of your work!"

Say what you will about Mr. Rock, the man has a singular sense of style.

And in a related vein, Mr. Meyer could stand to gain a little grace...

Your message is odd to me: on the one hand, you disagree with my statement, but then you go on to assert that we should hold parents criminally responsible for the acts of their bully children.

It's been said that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and, as truisms go, I have to agree. That said, if you're looking for a culprit for this galling display of the latest version of death by committee, look at the parents of the diseased apples that taunted this poor soul after he had departed.

Beautifully rendered. Thank you for weighing in.

As my great aunt would have said, "Kaly nyxta sas, kalai!"

What's funny about 'hot pipes' is that when people get older they tend to forget it. Bit when you give it a little context, i.e., a hot night, waking up out of nowhere, and being so parched you'll drink anything to quench your thirst, it all comes rushing back.

Then this post hasn't been in vain.

As a second-generation Greek American, I grew up with a great aunt who lived with us. Come the spring time she would make Greek yogurt by letting milk spoil in a carton she kept in our refrigerator. One night, I awoke with what I call "hot pipes,' an affliction indigenous to the Midwest wherein you awaken on a summer…

My condolences on your place of birth. I pray you got out.

It would be interesting to hear a jury deliberate in a case involving the rape of a man, if only to see how they would apply their jaundiced eye to that scenario.

If I was the judge in this case, I would definitely let this man off with a slap on the wrist. If you've ever been to Evansville, you'll have an idea of his self-restraint in the face of a city that would drive a statue of a saint to drink to excess.

It was me.

It's increasingly apparent that a significant part of the equation for figuring out who gets prosecuted is the prosecutor's chances of prevailing in front of a jury that arguably going to be made of people of diminished capacity. Drawing from today's jury pools, the average juror is hard-pressed to understand the…

Agreed. I guess my advancing years are showing. I remember when $75,000 was still a decent amount for a settlement in a case in which there was arguably no permanent damage. Although, come to think of it, being denied a stool in the face of congenital need must be a lot harder to endure than I know.

Gracie mille, SB.