Your friend sounds as though he had a psychotic disorder and had delusions and auditory hallucinations.. Many people with psychosis can appear functional at times. Chances are, his parents DID know something was up with their son and were either in denial about it (as so, so many parents are, at least initially) and…

Oh, yeah — on the canal between Morris and the end at Lockport. Hubs and I have biked the whole thing.

You are talking about my home. I grew up on the Towpath. I have never felt, heard, or seen anything unusual. Thing is, *it’s my home* and I feel absolute safety and peace there. One time, my best gf and I got stuck in the park after dark and had to climb the steep staircase up the bluff to the Lodge with no source of…

“Champagne,” in America, is a generic term. Legally, sparkling wine cannot be called Champagne unless it’s from Champagne. But that has not stopped Americans from calling Puffs tissues “Kleenex,” or a myriad variety of pop “Coke.” Also, whoever implied that Riesling is somehow not a white wine clearly does not…

Colin Pinkham’s head just exploded.

Every single player in this stupid legal game sucks.

I'm 80 miles from the courthouse and I can smell the narcissism from here. It smells like fart.

Very well-written article. Well stated, cogent, and laudable. Thank you.

I used to love Midway, but the last time I flew out of there, TSA were godfuckingAWFUL. I have never once had a problem at O’Hare, and my husband and I fly out of there frequently.

Starring you for Rush.

When I was a kid, I loved crunchy peanut butter because I require textual elements . . .

I realize that I'm a stranger in a strange land, being in Broville, here, but these stories aren't cringeworthy to me. In fact, I think most of these (excepting the SAWED-IN-HALF TENNIS BALL, WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK) are sweet. I do understand the utter mortification these guys experienced; don't think we women…

I keep coming back here to write a reply, but I'm still so angry that I can't even be coherent. I've twelve levels of enraged. Maybe I can make more sense in the morning.

You know how, when you walk into a room and people have already been conversing about a topic with which you're not familiar, you get a weird sense of confusion and disorientation? That's the entire zillion years of Doctor Who for me.