Senators brought television crews into cramped berthings.

Weel, said the beggar, that's the likeliest bit of ony—it will be but a muckle through-stane to kiver the gowd; tak the pick till't, and pit mair strength man—ae gud downright devvel will split it, I'se warrant ye—Ay, that will do—Odd, he comes on wi' Wallace's straiks!

drug czar

I have one photograph of her and there have been times—though no longer, I swear it, she is dead for me—when I would have given my soul for just one more. I found it in an old scuffed Bible when I was Tom's age, in a suburban mansion we were hastily vacating.