Unborn child, fetus. Potato, potahto. Amirite, Murica? (Oh, I didn’t read the “column” to discern whether fetal talk was present or whatnot. Sorry.)
Unborn child, fetus. Potato, potahto. Amirite, Murica? (Oh, I didn’t read the “column” to discern whether fetal talk was present or whatnot. Sorry.)
An ongoing collection of unsolved hit-and-run cases, with a focus on car/pedestrian incidents, from across the country since Jan. ‘010. If you know something about any of these incidents, or one that I’ve missed, do the right thing and call the police, even anonymously. 5046. Thornton, Colo. April 17. Man fatally struck by a 1995…
Dear Mr. Mayweather, Hey, Floyd. I feel as if I can call you Floyd, what with having met you nine years ago before you decimated the late Arturo Gatti. You probably remember talking about that fancy watch you were wearing in Atlantic City. I know I do. Anyway, that’s not why I’m writing today. This…
Dear Lionel Messi, I am a big fan of yours. So is my son Louden, as you can see from his reaction to the goal you scored today against Athletic Bilbao. If you’re ever in the States, it’d be awesome if you stopped by Philadelphia so he could shake your hand while I grinned and…
For all the carrying on it does about winning state-journalism awards, the Philadelphia Daily News sure seems to think knocking up an ex-president’s daughter is more awesome than even a Pulitzer Prize, albeit one that was won by a writer for its co-owned “rival” newspaper. This picture comes to you from the Saturday, April 19…
