I knew TR was a big hunter, I had no idea he caused a one-field-trip holocaust of African wildlife after his presidency. But another compelling series by Burns, nice.

I liked the touch of the saxophone mouthpiece placed the wrong side up with no reed, like I used to play in elementary school.

I owe my existence today to this album for sustaining me for a long, but ultimately successful trek from Northern Virginia to Southern Maryland in the wee hours of the morning in one particular instance. It was after the grand finale of my best friend's bachelor party, with just the right combination of alcohol,…

for squishier, not as pointy-edged squares, I'd think.