INVALUABLE: That’s the Real Answer, Mr. Commissioner

Fusion of Smiles, Languages & Colors Gets Us Back on Our Feet No matter how you slice it, surgery is no fun. More to the point, it’s no fun no matter how they need to slice you.  Painful stuff. Recovery is no walk in the park, either. After nearly eight days in recovery at Sanford, … Continue reading INVALUABLE: That’s the Real Answer, Mr. Commissioner

Exiled on Broadway / But We Are the Champions, My Friends

It could have been subconscious at work. Or it might have been a happy accident, since I’d been listening to The Stones the day before and it was still queued up. Or maybe, just maybe, it was providence. / As I turned east from University Drive onto 7thAvenue North on Saturday, January 21, headed for the Fargo, N.D., edition of the Women’s March, the stereo was kickin’ out “Pass the Wine” full blast. 

No tight pants. How about NO victim blaming, instead?

The 1950s called. They want their discriminatory dress code back. Bad joke. I wish the news out of Devils Lake, N.D., today were just a bad joke, too. If the ’50s were calling, the Devils Lake Public Schools phone would be ringing. That’s where officials have enacted a ban on girls wearing jeggings, leggings, tight jeans … Continue reading No tight pants. How about NO victim blaming, instead?