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The funny thing is most Americans can't even name the time zone they live in much less understand why they are changing their clocks twice a year, and they have to ask the flight attendant what time it is wherever they've just landed.
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My friend pointed to his weird five-toed footwear and said since wearing them his body had found new vigor and was pain-free.
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The scary part is when we ourselves are confidently wrong we're completely oblivious to it.
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Nothing focuses the mind during a search warrant like discovering a diamondback rattlesnake in a dresser drawer.
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We put high sensation-seeking folks like you in a highly structured bureaucracy and are shocked when it stresses the heck out of you.
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Crime fighters have a unique problem. Our meals are part of our socialization, our warrior bread-breaking ritual.
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A staple section of local newspapers has always been the short crime report items culled from the police blotter. Usually, it's a cub reporter's first job to head to the local substation to jot down pertinent details from the crime reports officers take about mostly petty crimes. Once in awhile, these young reporters submit a suggestion for a headline that squeaks by an overworked, bleary eyed editor. Sometimes, as they say, mistakes were made.
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I focused on several likely hiding places: a container of Comet cleanser, filled with just cleanser; a PVC piece of pipe—only a bomb; a box of "SOS" pads....wait a minute!
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Something wasn't right. The apparent drunk hadn't felt right, smelled right, or acted right.
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I especially love the folks who are not only stupid but self-righteously stupid, which ought to have its own special term like "extremepidity."
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