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Roy was King of the Cowboys. The little boy, eight days shy of turning 9, figured this was heaven, ignoring the peeling paint and musky smell backstage. He sat there in the saddle, dreaming he and Trigger were galloping after a gang of western outlaws.
Saying something negative about a Southerner's football team is like questioning his heritage. Saying anything bad about his dog is grounds for war. I accept those things.
Sonya Sorich hurt my feelings. It was something she said, something about bald guys with beer guts hitting on her at clubs.
Glenn Davis had some big hits in the 1980s. So did Kool and the Gang. But the funky band never had to dress like a rainbow when it performed.
When the Midwest floods show up on our televisions, we are touched but we are far away. We trust this could never happen to us. When we walk through the mud and see people whose lives have been washed away, we don't forget.
It's too hot to go outside and gas is too high to escape.
Even now, people talk about Jeff Weekley as if they expect to run into him at lunch.
