Last year, I spent a few days looking for the meaning of life, the universe and everything in my morning whole-wheat toast. Last night I discovered that someone’s one-upped me, manufacturing the means to a daily miracle:
Press it into your bread before toasting, and vision of the Virgin Mary will infallibly appear.
Will coffee and dandelions swap places again, with dandelions overtaking the Starbucks brew in popularity? Maybe, if Americans learn to drink down the bitter root and fend for themselves. […]
I’m inclined to add a subtitle to this post: “…and why shouldn’t we all just go ahead and do it anyway?” In my ideal world, we Americans wouldn’t need a Dear Leader to tell us what we ought to do to better our own lives; we’d just figure it out on our own and proceed […]
If you find yourself in southern Ohio for reasons of business, family or wanderlust, I encourage you to take a trip to Chillicothe where a hidden treat sits in store. On 125 West Water Street sits a building with a plain corrugated metal front, an industrial-scale garage door with another plain door embedded in it. […]