I am vox clamantis in deserto since I’ve fallen into the grays, but I have a sinking feeling that it will be Quinn in the outrigger canoe.

I don’t know the actor, but he gave a pitch-perfect rendition of “ordinary, not especially handsome but nice enough, middle-aged man.”

It’s HBO! You can cut people’s heads off at their wedding!

Her ethnicity seems to be unspecified. I’m guessing Hispanic. It wouldn’t surprise me if they both attend Princeton.

Several years ago a smaller commuter jet crashed near Buffalo on Valentine’s Day, killing many people. I was horrified to learn that the young pilot and co-pilot were being paid about $16,000 a year.

This is certainly the danger in engaging this with soldiers. the message would be, It’s okay if you do the horrible thing, you won’t remember it afterwards.

Luckily, I guess, online information on where people have lived is often not very accurate.

I won’t ask what you found...

The internet is truly a wonderful/awful thing. I did the same for the house I grew up in and pieced together several bits of the buyers’ family drama.

It may sound creepy to some, but I sleep in the bed my first husband died in, sit on the sofa my second husband died on, and can point to the exact spot where my daughter was conceived.

Sorry, this got duplicated.

Out of the blue one day I received an envelope from the the office of the lawyer who handled the closing when we bought our house (built 1932), containing all the deeds and registers of every owner of the property going back to 1875 when it was still part of a farm and there wasn’t any house on that parcel yet. The law…

But that was before she drank the Kool-ade and abandoned any effort to be a serious leader.

I have a sinking feeling that Quinn is going to go off in the Chekhovian outrigger canoe with the Hawaiians and that he is the person who is going to die.

You must have added “Albany” to the subtitle, because I had to go into the medical article to find out where exactly this is occurring in New York, which is in fact a rather large state. Kind of like saying “California, north of Los Angeles.”

Like the missing plane in an Air Force flyover.

My mother once covered the cobs with damp paper towels and microwaved them for 20 minutes. Don’t do that.

This is a seriously scary sight. Notice how none of the drivers just ran over the damn things.

Some people advise us to think of “dancing” with cancer rather than “fighting it,” because sometimes it’s leading and sometimes you’re leading. Which in itself can be maddening.

Really, you should be ashamed to engage in that kind of bait and switch.