Murder We Must

“Murder we must,” begins Betty Fussell in my favorite–at the moment, anyway–essay ever, “On Murdering Eels and Laundering Swine.” Here is a representative paragraph: “Skinning was yet to come. McClane suggested I attach his head by a string to a…

Bad (Huey Lewis and the) News

The end of the 1980s seems like an incongruous time to have been dropping so much acid, even in San Francisco, even in the Haight, even for the crooner of an otherwise talented and earnest little combo that would go…

Where the Money Is

I hide money in books. Always have. Certain correspondence, too, though the need for that has lessened in the past decade or so, what with the digital and the family-man lifestyle. When I did them, I hid drugs in books,…

Tanguay vs. Tyson, Round 3

One challenge of being human is that you’re sort of honor bound to move beyond personal prejudices and your own cultural norms in order to see your fellow persons as equally human. Meeting that challenge means acknowledging your inclusion in…

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