Sitting on his half-folded, inverted entrenching tool, its handle stuck into the mud, Private Jamieson shivered awake as a gust of wind tore the poncho roof away and the water poured down on him.
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When a colleague decided to change careers and started law school years ago she asked me a question raised in one of her classes: If you decide you want to be a litigator, are you…
A gym entrepreneur branches out into marijuana. Then loses it all.https://www.riverfronttimes.com/stlouis/the-long-violent-fall-of-tanning-mogul-todd-beckman/Content?oid=29509097&showFullText=true
This time I’m gonna talk about “Scrappy,” who got his nickname because he collected and sold bottles and cans at the camp ground near Lake Pillsbury, and maybe for other reasons, too. I'd see Scrappy…
On a New Year’s tour of Cuba, my wife and I visited Ché Guevara’s mausoleum and monument in Santa Clara, where his pipe is prominently displayed. I was reminded that years ago Dr. Richard Miller…
In the 1800s women were seldom accorded their own identity in print. Emblematic of that was the newspaper notice of a baby born on New Year's Day, 1879, in the town of Mendocino. The mother…