Walking down the long colorful isles of a grocery store, we consumers are faced with countless choices at every turn. Whether it's the 35 types of toothpaste, 18 different boxes of macaroni and cheese or the 20 feet of shelving for cooking oils, we are forced to make considerations before putting anything in our baskets.
Death and dying, funeral homes and cemeteries have always fascinated me although I am not sure why. When I lived in St. Louis, my family was friends with another family whose father was a caretaker of a cemetery. The family lived in a white house at the end of a long driveway behind the cemetery. At night, while our folks played cards and ate chocolate cake with white icing and drank black coffee, we kids played among the tombstones and swore we saw lights dancing among the graves. I don't ever remember being really scared, just fascinated. What would happen if a bony hand really did bust through the dirt and grass and grab my ankle while I passed by? I guess that explains my attraction to Stephen King.
Do you have your 527 yet? It's the latest thing, you know. You simply must get one.
Amidst the murkiness of the mud raking and mud slinging of the political infighting, Americans of all political parties can agree on one thing.
I've got a good story this week for my fellow true crime junkies.
When I went to pick up my car a few weeks ago from the shop I paid the good man, cranked the engine and floored it out of the lot and on down the highway, sun setting behind me and all that. My transmission was fixed and my car shifted down the road with the greatest of ease. I had my car back and I felt like a prisoner freed from his cell. But. And you know there had to be a "but," or a "when all of the sudden" to dampen the mood we had going here thus far. So like I said, I was driving along, (dramatic pause for three seconds here) when all of the sudden I saw the ants. They were all over the car, crawling, colonizing, marching in line, being ants.
The TNT channel is by far the easiest way to lose 48 hours if you know how to work the weekend right.
I am afraid. I am afraid of everything they tell me to be afraid of. Frankly, they've made me so afraid, I'm afraid not to be afraid.
Courtrooms across Georgia and other southern states regularly hold murder trials, and they routinely last a week. But why is it that every trial in California seems to last a lifetime. Is it that celebrity defendants have more ability to stall trials or is it that everything in California takes longer than the South?
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