Remember that kid in "The Sixth Sense"? He saw dead people? America, based on the election, has become that kid. Only we see enemies. Wherever we look.And they frighten us.Straight people see gays and fear they will turn their boys into sissies and their girls into Ellen DeGeneres.Gay people see straights and fear they want to "change them back" or legislate them out of existence.The religious fear those less faithful will smash the Ten Commandments.The nonreligious fear those more faithful want to shove the Ten Commandments down their throats.
Their engine, Jerry Stackhouse, was sputtering badly, so the Pistons tried everything under the hood. They jumped the battery, they tweaked the carburetor, they threw the fuses. Finally, they got out and pushed. There is more than one way to win a playoff series, and when pretty doesn't work, go ugly if you have to, but get there.
He saw the planes coming and he thought they were ours. He saw them drop torpedoes and he thought they were dummies. He saw the explosions and still he thought, at first, even as the fires rose, that this was some kind of drill, some kind of exercise, and that someone had made a really dumb mistake and was using live ammunition."Then this tremendous explosion blew us across the ship," he recalls. "We were covered in oil and soaking wet. I said to my buddy, 'Oh, boy, somebody's going to catch heck for this.' "
You know White Castle, right? The hamburger place? Sells those good, greasy "sliders," which are really mini-burgers, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand?Does anyone eat just one of those? No. People buy four. Six. Twelve. Whatever. They eat until they're beyond full. In some cases, they eat more than they would if the burgers were large, because it feels as if you're eating less when the portions are shrunk.
I just heard some news that hardly seems fair. President George W. Bush is going to get slammed in a new "documentary" that is little more than a propaganda film.Apparently, this documentary takes a one-sided view of his National Guard service and his later years as a party boy. There are "interviews" -- if you can call them that -- with angry National Guardsmen who never saw him show up for duty. There are "interviews" with people who claim they drank and did cocaine with him.
We tried. We truly did. As is tradition at this newspaper, before certain championship series, we host a friendly debate with a journalist from the competing city.So, for these Stanley Cup finals between the Red Wings and the Hurricanes, we wanted to joust with a writer from Raleigh, N.C.Alas, we could not find one. Not a single columnist. Not a single beat writer. No one was available in the entire state of North Carolina. Perhaps they were too busy studying the Tar Heels' practice schedule.
If you have a problem with Keyshawn Johnson, you have a problem with yourself.-- Keyshawn JohnsonSAN DIEGO -- Well, there you go. That answers it. All this time I've been wondering what the problem is, and now I know. It's me. I have a problem with myself. Oh, Keyshawn, if only you had told me sooner. The therapy I could have saved!Johnson uttered this mother of all statements just a few days ago, here at Super Bowl XXXVII. It was so priceless, so amazingly brazen, that at first I thought he was misquoted.Then, the next day, he said it again.
The prosecutor grilled him."Where did you aim the gun?""At his head.""Where did you hit him?""In his head.""That was your mission, to kill him at that moment.""No sir.""You hit your target, didn't you?""No sir."It reads like any murder trial, any prosecutor versus killer. Only this accused killer was 14 years old. And at one point, the veil slipped."What did Mr. Grunow do when he fell to the ground?"Nathaniel Brazill, 14, said nothing.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
