Most of the long-term homeless I encounter are men, many with mental health problems and substance abuse issues. Helen defied my expectations.
It was a nice day, I was tired of my office, the students were back, campus was calling. An exhibition at the Snite — One Hundred Years of Automobile Design — gave my excursion a sense of purpose and direction.
Jack Reacher, protagonist of 19 Lee Child books, is a drifter, a loner, a former military police officer who champions the downtrodden, usually with his fists. In other words, your basic bad-ass guardian.
If you’ve ever wondered — as I have — whether emailed requests are ever literally prayed at the Grotto, let me be your witness: They are.
Grant Mudge obviously hadn’t rehearsed his lines.
Contemplation has its moments. So, too, beer. And carp.
I thought about Daniel a lot over the next six months, wondering how he died and where. Most possibilities were terrible.
The landscape is bleak and grim, cold, gray, ashen, desolate. It is a post-apocalyptic world. Destitute. Barren. It is a world of the writer’s imagination. Although, given the forces, violence and powers of human destruction threatening the planet today, it is a world easy to conjure, to believe in, and to dread.
The best class I ever had in college was a great class for small reasons, such as there were lots of girls in it, and it was late in the afternoon, and there were fewer than 20 students, and there were no blowhards or suck-ups or preeners or buffoons or conversation-dominators.
Welcome to the 85th strip in Molarity Redux, the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. What a long, strange trip it’s been.