I’m the proud son of a cop. He was tough on street crime, but he was just as hard on bad cops..
Once again, dear reader, I’ve gotten hold of the highlights of next week’s Democratic Convention to share with you.
“Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin’ through/And it’s runnin’ right up on you.” -Robbie Robertson, The Band
July 4th has passed. The sound of fireworks left over from the celebration is thankfully dwindling.
I guess one could say my relationship with my sister is complicated. No doubt she would agree if she could speak.
It all started with a simple question. Uncle Nunzi was reading Dear Abby. A reader asked, “Is it okay if I use body lotion on my face?” Uncle turned to me after reading the question out loud.
The following is an excerpt from a speech to registering freshman at Trump University. The speaker is Dean John Foster, known affectionately by Mr. Trump as “my African-American”
The most popular game in America is not Assassin’s Creed or Battlefield; it’s the blame game. It’s a diversion played by everyone, regardless of age, race, gender, and political persuasion.
I’m a big klutz. Just ask the guy on the Chestnut Street bus whom I accidentally whacked in the head with a large baguette (it was 100 percent whole wheat, but that didn’t seem to impress him).
Uncle Nunzi reached in the refrigerator for some of Vito’s homemade wine. He really doesn’t like Vito because he constantly cheats at cards and brags a lot. But good wine is good wine, so he is willing to overlook his friend’s failings.