Too 'Dark' for kids
The shape of the signal is indistinct. Murky. Washed out. Almost lost in the clouds.
The shape of the signal is indistinct. Murky. Washed out. Almost lost in the clouds.
Great talents, by the rust of long disuse, grow lethargic and shrink from what they were, and it's Monday Mail.
When I came to work at the Ledger- Enquirer, I never thought I'd stay as long as I have. Thirty years is a lifetime. And today is technically my last day.
Once upon a time, often on a lazy summer Sunday afternoon, folks would get into their cars and just cruise, as Chuck Berry sang, with no particular place to go.
Clustered around the dais were men who would be governor -- and, in 1990, there were many.