In the summer during high school and college I worked in my dad’s metal fab shop, which was bad hungover because of the heat, but nothing compared to when I would make deliveries and have to go to powder coating places to pick up/drop off items. It was like walking into a fog of whatever that day’s color run was,…

I’ve worked at three newspapers in my life, and while I’ve never been involved in a screw-up like this, thank God, my favorite story along these lines came from college.

Definitely homer.

Shouldn’t he be looking the other way?

I would like to play.

Let’s hope some team sticks its neck out for him.

Traveling.