And everybody says that cats are smarter than dogs. Well, I’m not buying that. Perhaps cat owners are smarter than dog owners (they always seem to be women and literary types), I can buy that. But what do cats do? What function do they serve? Have you seen a cat that can fetch? A hunting cat? A bob-sled cat? A fire-fighting cat? A drug-sniffing cat? A seeing-eye cat? How ’bout even a guard cat?
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I want you to sit down and grab your big toes. That’s what I said: your big toes. And while holding your big toes, bring your feet up to the same level as your ears. Yes, both of them at the same time. Still with me? Okay then, now straighten your legs. Why would
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I took umbrage to a snarky article in the New York Observer about Alabama and took pen to paper to complain. I still laugh, re-reading the letter, which the Observer printed on its trademark pink paper in its entirety. TO THE EDITOR:The May 13 New Yorker’s Diary ridiculed Birmingham, Ala., as the kind of place
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The average speed of traffic in Manhattan is three miles an hour according to New York State Highway and Thoroughfare Department. Seems that a bunch of scientists came up with this statistic by measuring traffic and average commute times. Evidently, none of them have ever been in a New York City cab.
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We’re coming upon a day of the year that I just am not real fond of. April 15th. Uncle Sam’s payday. If there are two things to which I am morally opposed, it’s paying taxes and dropping dead. Thankfully, most of us only have to pass on to the hereafter once. Taxes unfortunately, are
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My mama recently came to New York City. Talk about panic. New York City isn’t any place for a genteel Southern lady like my mama to be gallivanting around. No sir. My mother is elegant, soft-spoken, and so beautiful that most people can’t believe she is old enough to have a 24-year-old son. And lest
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Thirty-nine cult followers “shed” their “containment units” a few weeks ago to meet up with an alien spacecraft traveling in the shadow of the Hale-Bopp Comet. It should come as no surprise that they were from California. We’ve got some good old boys here in Alabama that may see UFOs from time to time. We
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There are uptown little towns, and then there are not-so-uptown little towns. Fortunately, Andalusia is in the “uptown” category. What makes an “uptown,” you ask? Cultural things do. Civic pride. A good golf course. Artists. Writers. A pretty square. Andalusians certainly have more to do than go to a hamburger joint and drive around the
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My first day in Central Park on in-line skates was filled with excitement. The threat of permanent brain damage always gets me keyed up. I certainly got closer to New Yorkers. Real close. I skated face-first into garbage men, hotdog sellers, innocent children, joggers, bums, and even a cute woman playing a guitar. You’d be surprised how quickly hotdog sellers help stop you when you’ve grabbed hold of their weenie cart and started down a big hill (those umbrellas atop the carts also create a parachute effect if you’re going really fast).
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There are basically three kinds of elevators in New York City: old; new; and scary.
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