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Now that Halloween has departed for another year, leaving behind empty candy bowls and children suffering from sugar-related constitutional disorders, I have a few words of advice for parents whose offspring engage in the ancient and honorable art of toilet-papering their neighbors' homes. First, let us establish
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In an attempt to better understand a terribly complex world, I just finished reading books about Iran and Russia. Within an ebb and flow of imperialism verses anti-imperialism, there seems to be an ebb and flow of clerical power verses secular power. Hierarchy imposes its laws and rules, and
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By July 1943, Mark King had made up his mind. At 16, he had already traveled farther, worked harder, and survived more adventures than many men twice his age. He had ridden bucking horses, won rodeos, and learned that determination and ingenuity could overcome most obstacles. Now he wanted to
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A person ought to be able to keep some things they've had for most of their life. A childhood memory, for instance, a photograph of one's grandmother, or a good story that improves slightly with every telling. I have one of these stories, and it involves
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I reckon every man who's ever walked God’s green earth has heard the solemn summons known as the call of nature, and when it comes a-knocking, a body better answer promptly, lest he find himself in a fix more public than a camp-meeting sermon. But
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When I was a boy, I believed in flying cars with the same unwavering faith that other kids reserved for Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and the notion that adults knew what they were doing. I had read science-fiction books about people going to work in automobiles that soared
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Or How a Man of Mature Years Proves Once More That Youth Is a Condition of the Mind and a Catastrophe of the Body
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It's a riddle that has puzzled the republic longer than most politicians hold office. And it goes something like this: How is it that the same sturdy citizen who will leap from his chair at the first rumor of federal mischief, lace up his boots, and trudge across
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On Aug. 22, 1939, the day after his 13th birthday, my father, Robert Mark King, sat in a movie theater in Fargo, North Dakota, watching something extraordinary. On the screen, a stagecoach raced across the desert, pursued by Apache warriors on horseback. One rider leaped from his horse onto the
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Anyone who knows me knows I’m devoted to Bacchus, and to my pet jay, Huckleberry, who comes to Twain Haven every afternoon at Happy Hour for a Beer Nut. Yes, Huck has been my daily Happy Hour pal for nine years now, and I’ve made arrangements for him
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In Virginia City, ghosts are just people who died trying to fold a fitted sheet. That is the sober, scientific fact of the matter, and anyone who claims otherwise has either never wrestled one of those diabolical cotton traps or has lost the match so thoroughly that his soul still
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The dam at Marlette Lake is finally healthy, sound, and fit for public confidence, encouraging news for a structure that has been receiving more medical attention than some members of Congress. After $23 million in rehabilitation, the west side of Spooner Lake backcountry is open again, and people may once