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Chainsorry

I’ve always liked the smell of gas fumes, which explains two things: Why I fondly remember helping my dad cut up firewood as a…

Comedy of airs

Sometimes words can’t adequately color the folly of man. By “man” I mean me, which seems both generous to me and insulting to my…

Met sparkle!

You’re going to tell me I can’t say the phrase “little jaunt to Amsterdam” without sounding like some tracksuited reject from a Wes Anderson…

Letterman

A few weeks ago, I was on a mad hunt for wayward license plates. My vain search nearly led me to the old, rusting doors of…