We had a suicidal student in my building recently. Really big guy, just happened to be African-American. When I heard campus police had been called, I held my breath. Everything turned out ok, but damn I was nervous.

I’m no astrophysicists

That fictitious superhero version of myself I created when I was a kid? The source for all my security answers!

Oh did he? Bless his little ole heart.

The hair I understand. Make-up? Sure, if he’s on TV, he gets a make-up treatment. But most foundation isn’t orange. I’m just glad I don’t have that job. Maybe they sprinkle Cheetos in his foundation....

If we were to create sentient-seeming robots, I can assure that you no more want to date the people who abuse them than you want to date people who abuse animals. How someone would treat such an entity would tell you a great deal about their fundamental character.

He’ll make millions on the right wing outrage circuit. But it will still be a comedown for him.

I just realized some of these women are actually different people. They are all from the same mold, if you don’t see them all the time they kind of merge together.

And the Republicans in the legislature are already gearing up to punish us for it. That whole “small government,” “local government,” thing goes out the window when Nashville and other Dem controlled cities try to, you know, make local decisions.

We have roads designed for cars, not bikes. I do precisely what I’m supposed to do when I’m on a bike, and sometimes that is scary and sometimes car drivers don’t like me for it. Why are you in the middle lane? Because the right lane dumps on to the interstate. Stop honking at me. But if I stay in the right lane, and…

Oh please. I find myself straddling the line between the two lanes if I’m at the front of the line so I can let the people who want to turn right go ahead and turn right. Why, because I don’t feel entitled, just polite. There’s all kinds of ways cars can make cyclists feel unsafe, just doing what they do. Try making a…

Elaine D. Harmon, U.S. Army pilot, WWII veteran.

Weak attempt at doing anything.

Who peed in your Cheerios this morning? It was me. Or maybe Yoko. We’re not good at coordinating our schedules.

I was called for duty in Nashville a couple times, and I don’t think that table is the regular pool. Actually I have no idea - no place I was sent either time involved sitting around a table - though I never got past voir dire.

Early Shakira, before she tackled the English speaking market, is some pretty good Latin pop/rock. Pies Descalzos and Dónde Están los Ladrones? are pretty solid. Brought to by your local hipster.

I see this show and think, “My contractor did not look like that.’ But then most people I know don’t look like the people on TV.

Trump? Disrespectful to women? Color me shocked. Who can we trust in this world?

They don’t lisp “s”. “C” and “z,” and not always the “c.” There’s probably a “z” exception too, but I’m blanking.

We don’t have to read your post in detail to know you are an awful human being. Your first line made that clear.