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I couldn’t imagine braving that maelstrom every week, as so many do

A nice flea bath was in order

An Armageddon-like roar such as I’d never heard before

The Emperor’s New Clothes

Waste not, want not

I’m a Belieber

I fancied I cut quite a figure in the Halls of Ivy

At this time last year, Hurricane Irene had Long Island in its gun sights

Suppose, I say to myself, you were on vacation here for only the last two weeks of August: What would you make sure to do?

There’s not a chance in hell that I would ever measure up to brides of today