The soundbites from the two situations have been nearly identical: “It is a lot of money, but we have to spend it.” “We don’t have an option.”
The ghost bike you may have noticed chained to a tree on Bardstown Road between Baxter and Grinstead is for Jen Futrell.
Fables of the Deconstruction
When discussing criticism among bewilderingly interested acquaintances and passersby, I like to make an example of the (imaginary) movie critic whose top 10 includes "Benji," "Lassie Come Home," "Air
Summary of My Discontent
On Day Six of the blackout, I finally entered a Wal*Mart but I was so high on my own sanctimonious superiority that my feet didn’t touch the ground, so maybe it didn’t count.
Yep, I’m Gay
On Aug. 30, just 10 days after being shot during a home invasion, Nakhia Williams died. I didn't learn about this until last Saturday, when I ran into a friend at a potluck. (I brought watermelon.