Whatever humbles me is salvi­fic

The overhead passings of the wealthy can be a scourge

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