All I know is that Molly and Rooster pretty much fucked up what I thought was an unfuckupable plan.

Outside, the evening woods stood in quietude and the vast patches like maps of color were captured motionless, no leaf astir, in the light of the setting sun.

More than half of those are completely ignored by de Róiste. He hones in on only 400 of those, scattered around the country.

Forty months ago, game-show production mogul Merv Griffin decided to bring the popular game “JEOPARDY!” back from syndicated oblivion, to retire Art Flemming in favor of the waxily handsome, fairly distinguished, and prenominately dedicated Alex Trebek […]