Caffeine is my frenemy.
Earlier this month was my middle kid’s seventh birthday, which [...]
P.J. O’Rourke was the first famous person to whom I ever got to ask a question.
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We all have moments that we’ll never forget. I have a lot of those. My super power is remembering.
Twenty years later, I'm pretty sure some of the sounds we made that night are still reverberating around Chicago. It was that loud.
Gather round for a happy story in this crazy world of ours.
I arrived in New Hampshire with my radio up as loud as it could go, singing along to classic rock while trying to block out the sounds and smells of a very unhappy retching cat covered in its own pee.