When I would go to see my mother in Anniston, we played a lot of Scrabble. We’d play, drink coffee, and laugh all night. She’s been gone for six years, and if I could do one thing with my mom today, it would be that. But during everyone else’s waking hours, we’d play Pictionary. Nobody … Read more
Paul Finebaum is the preeminent sports journalist ’round these parts, and a sometime political commentator. I think he’s a jerk about as often as I think he’s a reasonable voice, which (naturally) isn’t necessarily a liability. I still read, after all. He really nailed it today on Imus: And that’s the real fallout here. Will … Read more
Mom spent the mid- to late ’70s in and out of Columbia House, and she bought a lot of what was popular at the time. That means that in addition to competently performed but moderately banal rock like Sanford-Townsend and Orleans, I’ve got plenty of full-on disco in my memory too. The disco tunes that … Read more