
I’ll have a steak sandwich.

I’ll have a steak sandwich.

Maybe a tad early with this one–but not for southern California. When I was a kid I once found a five-dollar bill in the seaweed. I thought I was rich. I dried it out and bought a Slurpie.

Maybe the two could be combined: photos of people from the past drinking oat sodas.

Lock and load. And laugh.

Every team feels hopeful at this time of the year. Well, except the Cubs.

There may not be a better phrase coined in 2014 than “conscious uncoupling.”

Hope this wedding is ready for a gun show.

I might travel to see this.

It’s a conundrum; I can’t figure it out.