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David Brinkley died last night due to complications from a fall at his home in Houston. Brinkley was one of my favorite journalists, with the ability to spin a yarn about mundane and amusing events that made them as  [more...]

My commute is usually 13 miles, taking about 45 minutes. Yesterday, it was 30 miles, and an hour and a half. Someone spotted a “suspicious package” near the bridge into D.C., and the police shut it down  [more...]

I shouldn’t have read this, knowing how I get with stories of animals in the aftermath of Katrina. But now that I have, you should too. I get to the kitchen, and there are still two full bowls of cat food on the  [more...]