"Roberts admires, and resembles, George Carlin, whose half-groucy irony always bears common sense."--Mopsey Strange Kennedy in The Improper Bostonian
101 and would never have gotten the task done had Art not stepped in. ... How much soap should he use for a load of laundry? ... and Richard Roberts “I Was Much Happier When Everything I Owned Was in the Back Seat of My Volkswagen”.
Digital Darling, the tantalizing hostess of an underground travel show, becomes a persistent critic of the president's policies and an Internet sensation.
We loved to play in the fields of dog fennel weeds next to our house. The dog fennel grew so thick and high it almost reached the heavens, or at our ages appeared to do so. We took clippers to the field with us and cut pathways through ...
... this beautiful land. The French sociologist, Gustave de Beaumont, visited Ireland in 1835 and wrote: “I have seen the Indian in his forests, and the Negro in his chains, and thought, as I contemplated their pitiable condition, ...
The back seat of my 1974 Volkswagen was filled with cassettes of all types of music. Jazz and gospel were my favorite, but I loved it all. I was happy. I can't recall if a new boyfriend had anything to do with that, but I was feeling ...
also quickly realized that no matter what shape it was in, a ride was still a ride and the VW was my ticket to freedom. Under the backseat I found the battery compartment and an owner's pamphlet. The engine was located under the rear ...
So then one time ... because his life had been threatened , I think that's when they moved to Monterrey . ... In the orange vinyl back seat of my dad's old Volkswagen Karmann - Ghia , I sat anxiously as he double - clutched over a huge ...
Maybe if I didn't let it go, maybe if I used words like Hansel and Gretel used breadcrumbs, I could find my way out of the woods and avoid being eaten by the witch and the wolves. Maybe. four emotional english | fifth grade we moved ...
The harder woods became friends of mine. I played in their branches, told them my secrets, and confessed my sins to them for years. There was a lone spruce tree, enormous, that we called the Pegas Tree. The family fable was that my ...
It turned out he was plastered and had a pile of unopened and opened beer cans filling his back seat. Martin and I fell forward and popped the windshield out of my little blue Volkswagen bug with our foreheads, and I jammed my right ...