Presidential pets are almost as much a tradition as living in the White House, present company excluded of course. Here's something I didn't learn in American History.
Praise the Lord and pass the (non-Pepperidge Farm) goldfish.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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A Ray though Not of Sunshine
Eighty-one years ago today, the United States dropped a plutonium atomic bomb nicknamed " Fat Man " on the Japanese port city of N...
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I wrote this five years ago in an effort to make sense of the unfathomable horror of the darkest day on the calendar in my lifetime. It...
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My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
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You may not have yet started to notice, but the days are getting shorter--yes, I know, hot summer nights and all that, but since we've h...
