This blog covers everything except sports and gardening, unless we find a really good link about using dead professional bowlers for mulch. The author is a StarTribune columnist, has been passing off fiction and hyperbole as insight since 1997, has run his own website since the Jurassic era of AOL, and was online when today’s college sophomores were a year away from being born. So get off his lawn.
Went to the site of the fire this afternoon. Got close to the damage, but was warned to keep my distance; they didn't know if the walls would tumble down.
It's an ugly mess.
It wasn't just Beeks; the rental store went down hard as well.
It's an unintelligible jumble - you can't really tell what anything used to be.
Poll: What would you choose as a way for you (or your husband) to deal with a midlife crisis?