Plus the dancing priests of Mars!

Well, this is not nearly as traumatic is learning that the brontosaurus never existed. (It's the Pluto of dinosaurs.)

Come on, you know there is no journalism outside NYC. Except for maybe a few outliers in LA to cover the movie junkets.

It's a banger! (And a best-seller in its day!)

Today I am reminded of the wisest thing I learned in grad school (or maybe any school): We are not in the business of comparative suffering.

If you live in one of these 10 states (AZ, TX AR, MS, FL, GA, TN, KY, IN, OH), today is THE LAST DAY you can register to vote. Even if you think you're registered already, double check to see if your registration is still active. Please do this, it only takes a few minutes. Pass it on.

My dog and I just met a man on the street who told him he was a very good dog and he could tell because he'd been a mailman for 38 years.

By the time the tow truck showed up, everything seemed delightfully absurd. It was a long ride to the garage. The driver and I bonded by watching the guy in the car next to us smoke a blunt. I thought of this moment with deep nostalgia when Philip Roth died and thanked him for his work.

I was in a minor car accident on a major highway. I had to sit in the car on the shoulder for a while before the tow truck came. This was before smartphones. The only thing I had to read was a copy of "Portnoy's Complaint" I picked up at a library sale. It was absolutely perfect.

They do have pretty good tacos, though.