I’m still looking for the ivory-billed coelacanth, though.
Been there, done that.
Yep, here we are all grown up and still reading the funnies.
Nah. You need a lineman. (Offensive tackle, right?)
A professional tax preparer of my acquaintance tells me that It is not uncommon for restaurant workers to get paychecks of next to nothing (or nothing!) because of their presumed tip income — which they may or may not have actually gotten.
No — you’re thinking of Occam’s Toilet Brush.
Yep, if they weren’t so cheap they would have been delighted to pay Mookie his $27 million plus luxury tax. You’d pay $27 million any sunny Tuesday, wouldn’t you?
It’s another gorgeous depiction by Danziger of an old mill town in winter, who is more or less the Doré of the North. One of the few good things about the electoral circus is that he gets the opportunity to treat us to these gems. He knows whereof he draws.
I have long advocated Massachusetts passing a law requiring that its primary election occur one week before New Hampshire’s. Since (I think) New Hampshire’s laws require that its primary be the earliest in the nation, my arrangement would automatically ratchet both of them back to the Tuesday before the Big Bang. It’ll calm the hysteria a bit.