Remembering my high school calculus teacher.
When we count, don't we usually start with the number 1?
As a matter of fact, I am not a band wagoneer.
Whatever happened to the class of 81?
From Iran to Duran Duran.
Out of the chest and into the blog.
Hail to the sweatshirt.
No, the lapels really couldn't be any wider.
My favorite clothes have always been jerseys and the like.
Teenage screwups and wood chippers really don't mix all that well.
My friends Dawn and Don had little in common except for ...
I think I'm gonna be sad; I think it's today ...