The Heir to Hair…

Knotted, polka-dotted, twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettied! Oh say can you see my eves, if you can then my hair's too short.

Avoiding the Crowds…

Someone has calculated that one person counting to one billion would take 131.8 years to accomplish the task.

You can count me out when it comes to ordering a side of placenta the next time my wife and I dine out.

Soggy hand towels by the dozens are piled like wannabe Jenga sticks, eventually falling over on the floot.

When I was a kid growing up, we got the "Asian Flu" and " German Measles".

Negativity spreads in the darkroom of isolation.

Viktor's muzzled snout sounded like a jet engine at take-off as he snorted into my left ear during our match in an actual ring.

I have some special memories of you when you were growing up.

If this was a football game, somebody would be throwing a flag and we'd be going to the instant replay to determine who deserves a penalty.

As a reporter, you always hoped for those exclusives, or "scoops" as we used to call them.