El morón vagabundo

As I sit here this morning, a heavy snow is falling for the first time this winter. This mean, at...

Look, I'm not saying this Thanksgiving is going to require more wine than usual, but I did notice Costco started...

Day 45 of the government shutdown, and I've realized something profound: I miss the National Park Rangers more than I...

A recent Monday morning ambushed us with digital silence. There you were, scrolling mindlessly mid-bathroom break, when suddenly—no more Snapchat,...

The Robots are coming! The Robots are coming! The robots are coming alright, but they're coming for our jobs, and...

The blue highway signs with white arrows pointing toward hamburgers and toilets are, I would argue, the pinnacle of American...

In 1787, Alexander Hamilton sat down with a quill, some parchment, and the kind of caffeine-fueled ambition that today would...

In this digital age, everything written, everything videotaped, and everything performed just adds onto each other. A press conference. A...

Let's face it — American politics has become a spectator sport with higher stakes and worse refereeing than the NFL...

These days, walking into a grocery store feels less like errand-running and more like auditioning for Supermarket Sweep during hyperinflation....

Let's unpack this like a pair of skinny jeans after Thanksgiving dinner. Sydney Sweeney, star of Euphoria and professional smoke...

It was the winter of 1991 when my dad and I loaded my suitcase in a van and drove from...

There's going to be a lot of history written about the Raging 20's I predict. We've talked a lot in...

Let's be real: The last decade of Superman films felt less like a superhero saga and more like a therapy...

Dear Readers, we've spoken before in this space about the slippery slope we are finding ourselves in with extra fees....

It will likely come as no surprise to those who read this space frequently that I am a bit of...

Health is a fickle mistress who charges by the hour and still judges your life choices. I learned this the...

Nicknames have been a part of sports and growing up ever since Abe “Top Hat” Lincoln cut down his first...

Pete Rose bet on baseball; I bet on my blood pressure—suddenly, we're both back in the game. Let's face it:...

It was a Tuesday. There I stood at a Burger King holding my tray of chicken fries and regret. The...