Yet, Britain, vvhence this Caprice of thy Sons, / VVhich thro' their various ranks vvith fury runs? / The cauſe is plain, a cauſe vvhich vve muſt bleſs; / For Caprice is the Daughter of Succeſs, […]

December, 1991: Colorado Springs. Senior year of high school. 10 degrees below zero and my dog is stuck to the fire hydrant out front. At this point I was making preparations for college and one day decided to take a jaunt to the relatively few comic stores that pepper the stark redneckian landscape.

I love asparagus and have always laid them sideways in a skillet with about / >an inch of boiling water. I've seen several companies selling speciality / >asparagus steamer pots (tall, narrow, with a wire insert). Anyone have / >experience with them? Do they make asparagus taste better? / > / Al, it really doesn't make the asparagi (you can come back now carol) taste any better.

He led his men with great dash and when hit the first time declined to take the count. Instead, he drew his revolver and called for further effort. Again he was hit,but struggled on, but a third shot finally bowled him over.