The Rat Squeaks

I was thinking back about a Texas murder that took place some years ago where David Travis and his wife were stabbed to death by the teena...

Others went before me and others followed behind me and when I'm not even remembered, even newer workers will be there in the spaces t...

I am not as entertaining as I once was. But then I'm not as easily entertained, either.

Are you stalking me yet? Time is running out, you know.

Deal, Stranger! Sometimes I wonder if I'd like being dead. After all, I suppose that we'll all someday have to. I often speculate ...

Some bloggers, I sometimes notice, think they are dealing with the "truth" somehow, but most of them are full of crap, just like...

Born To Kvetch My entertainment has always included an addiction to information, no doubt starting with 35 and 50-cent paperbacks when I w...

When I'm dead, It will all be clear, Or not.

I guess I ought to acknowledge that it's strange, All the memories of you that are stockpiled inside me, Along with those of all the r...

Nothing could have been more important, yet we live in such a superficial and sensationalistic world that Norman Borlaug is barely even am...