For once, I write about baseball.
Read MoreThere is a lost generation of kids without a new “Weird Al” Yankovic album to call their own. Are they beyond help?
Read MoreThere are no zany noises powerful enough to express my sadness at Mad magazine’s demise.
Read MoreI’d love to be able to lord my own horrible childhood over my sons, but have a little too much respect for them and myself to wade into those murky waters.
Read MoreI wanted to introduce my son to the magic of Michael Jackson the same way my father did to me when I was a boy. Then things took a turn.
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