"Ogle is for the most part a pleasant, incisive companion. Occasionally, though, she manages to lose her cool — and, along with it, the agnostic veneer of her training . . . . She strafes Ralph Nader and his “Naderites,” not to mention journalists, “yuppies,” urbanites, the U.S.D.A. and the F.D.A. Eventually Ogle, her exasperation at a boiling point, does something unexpected: She sides with the hippies." -- Nick Reding, New York Times Book Review
maureen AT maureenogle DOT com
The latest from The Observation Post
And I'm gonna remember that it's not too late to fly with the wind.
His first day out in Burma, he slipped on a wet portion of already slippery stone at a temple, landed on his hip, and won a nasty cut on his arm.
Hand me the trophy for the Stupidest Human In the History of the Human Race.
So here’s a thought: Maybe people stick with the “basic” beer because it's what they can afford.