I don’t own a TV, which means I haven’t watched the Olympics, which means I know next to nothing about hurdler Lolo Jones. But I do know this: (1) My dad was a championship hurdler; (2) He clearly didn’t pass any of those genes on to me because I couldn’t make it past a hurdle if a shot-putter chucked me over it; and (c3) The … Continue reading bigger hurdles
Forget dying. Forget giving speeches in public. Forget heights. If there’s one thing I dread in life, it’s going to Wal-Mart on the weekend. {To be clear, I’m not one of those people who’s morally opposed to Wal-Mart because it put somebody out of business eight years ago in Broken Donut, Arizona. I find that kind of silly. Businesses go under because they can’t compete, … Continue reading shudder
If you’re interested in thousands of feathers suspended from the ceiling, hundreds of feet of metal cages and bubbles for climbing that are suspended two, three, five stories in the air, random pieces of architecture stripped from old buildings, vintage signs that are just too good to get rid of, pieces of old ships, displays that teeter on the line of cute and creepy, disturbing … Continue reading st louis city museum
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