Shortly after moving to North Carolina, I got pulled over for speeding … allegedly. Actually, I think the real infraction was being from “up north.” Whatever. The thing is, six days later, the very same cop, on the very same road, pulled me over again. He was about to go into his speech...

I’m smart enough to know that there is a big difference between a tough guy and a wise ass.  Since I trip most awkwardly into the latter category I endeavor to keep my social offenses somewhere between poor table manners and moving violations. Yes, it’s a cold bit of truth, but if I ever...

            Okay, on what planet does this makes sense? Unless you have a dozen dapper dudes with an understanding that some stupid people just need killing, I think I’ll get the shit end of the stick with this little social experiment. I’m no rocket scientist, but I can assure you...