On a Friday afternoon around 330p I get up from a long nap after early morning liveshots at Dulles airport after Scotland Yard made several arrests regarding a plot to blow up airplanes. I check my blackberry and there’s actually several emails that I need to respond to as opposed to the dozens of emails
And let’s not forget the turkey legs, the pork chops-on-a-stick and the life-sized cows made of butter. What the hell am I talking about? The Iowa State Fair of course. After frightening the American public we were tasked with a story about, how, with more than two years to go before the 2008 presidential election,
I didn’t really take the summer off at all but it sure seems like it since my last posting was in May. Oops. A lot has happened since May. We didn’t travel much at the beginning of the summer. One trip in July to Charlotte for the case of the marine who raped a girl
Southwestern Kentucky — Appalachia — is incredibly beautiful country. Green, lush mountains inhabited by lovely, god-fearing, hardworking people who basically have no choice at all but to work in the mines. On Saturday May 20th another five miners were killed in a blast at Kentucky Darby Mine No. 1 in Holmes Mill, KY. Later that
The title comes from a song by Calexico & Iron and Wine (excellent album if I do say so myself). It’s in reference to my grandmother who was less than 16 years old, probably more like 13 or 14 when she had the first of her 14 children. The first died of meningitis, the second