Nah. Right now our favorite NFL entertainment is watching Stanley, Roger and their cronies try desperately to do something, anything to keep the big lawsuit over the move from going to trial. It’d be wonderful to watch them squirm under oath, admit it.

Sorry. Hall of Presidents is dead to me. Allergic to Cheetos.

A few weeks ago I got a notice that my delivery failed because the carrier was unable to gain access to my front door that evening. Which was news to me, seeing as a) I live in a house, not an apartment b) on an open street and c) I was outside mowing the front lawn at the time of the alleged attempt.

For a second I thought that was Gritty in the photo.

“Ball Four” and “The Boys of Summer” taught a young man how to cuss The Major League way. I’m still stunned my parents let me read them when I was 14.

I’m still stunned Harry Chapin wrote and performed the opening song. Bills must have been high that year.

Oh, come on--Return of the Jedi not horny? I almost got tossed from the theater for snickering during Palpatine’s confrontation with Luke--stroking the lightsaber while saying “Ahh...you want this...” Add the remarks about “strike me down” and “take your place at my side” and it’s pretty...well, ridiculous, to be…

Huh.

I’m completely deaf on the right side, and discovered that there’s a brand of hearing aids called CROS that help a great deal. You end up wearing a transmitter aid on your deaf side, and the the other one will not only pick up noise on the good side but will receive the signals from the other one. It’s not a foolproof…

Believe me when I say I sympathize. Back in August 2017 I went in to have a small growth taken off the nerves by my right ear—they’d irradiated it three years earlier but the bastard continued to grow. They got about 99 percent out and to their delight I was actually up and about in two days. Things looked good.

My daughter can’t take the stuff for her own condition. Makes her borderline suicidal.

We’ve been watching it, as has our recently-adopted tuxedo/maine coon cat, Korra:

What gets me the most is that the Kroenke Real Estate Group is still active in St. Louis, and most notably was trying very hard about two years back to get a big skating rink development contract (would have created a practice facility for the Blues, among other things). And his lawyer, who wrote that touching letter…

Is it just me, or wouldn’t reading about “Average Anna” and her very naughty adventures make a young lady in an all-girls school think, “I’ma gettin’ some of that!”?

I learned so much from the series, and now that I’ve got the book itself, I’m having the time of my life!

They couldn’t stem all the pornbots, but they’ll be able to review and judge anything “adult”. “Adult” meaning whatever they say it means.

Oh I have, I have. And you are soooo right about it.

St. Louis guy here—I got hooked on burnt ends about 20 years ago thanks to the late, lamented KC Masterpiece restaurant. Love them.

I’ve been working from home for about a year and I LOVE IT. I actually do all the things mentioned in the article, and believe me I do not miss the seven-hour trip between home and my office (I had an apartment up there and would go back-and-forth on weekends for...gods, 13 years?). I especially loved it this past…

Many years ago, to please my daughter I wrote a story where Ash & crew encounter (and utterly defeat) Apophis and his Jaffa squadron (Stargate SG-1 crossover). Later James and Jessie find the smoldering crew and James leans over: “Don’t feel bad. He does it to us all the time.”