There are many reasons to check out your local public radio station. So go do it. No commercials, more content, high-quality content—you won’t be disappointed.
]]>Tomatoes and strawberries at the supermarket, a poor soul’s unfortunate haircut, and the choking air quality in a crowded city: all shit. Someone, stop me.
]]>Which would almost be more welcome—at least I would understand the odor barreling its way to me.
]]>After all, some hats are so egregiously hideous one can’t imagine a person consciously putting one of the things on his or her head. These hats must alight atop one’s crown, like fire or an ugly, ugly bird.
]]>These cats, all cats, have been waiting for me to visit a new friends’ home. Waiting to snuggle with my coat as it lays helpless atop the guestroom bed. Waiting to rub the length of their furry bodies slowly against my pant leg.
Cats do these things because they know I’m allergic. THEY KNOW.
I’ve found The Boot everywhere—but someone else is always already wearing it. Perhaps one of you will sell it to me? Right now? We’ll trade?