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Donald the Elephant’s days are numbered

I keep finding myself singing ‘Nellie the elephant’ who, packing her trunk and saying goodbye to the circus, went off

When a pitch-black child’s closet is the place to be

I went to a barbecue. Everyone was patient and well disposed towards the silent, depressed, two-toed sloth in their midst.

Could this be the day when they finally lock me up?

With so many last-straw moments to choose from in my house-moving experience, it is a close call to pick the

Tales from the heyday of Studio 54

Twenty-five years ago this week, Los Angeles was burning because of Rodney King’s beating at the hands of the fuzz,