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Today’s post–and trust me, it was no easy call–is my last for 317am. It’s the last for any of us—whether Kaze, Ras, or Ted the Cat—till who knows when. We may be back someday, but we just don’t know. On … Read more
I was fooling around on Facebook the other day, checking out fan pages. I couldn’t help but give Ted a hard time about his. “Two hundred eighty-two fans is better than no fans at all,” I told him, “But Garfield … Read more
As promised here a month ago, here’s another poem by Archy the cockroach. Archy lived in the office of newspaper columnist Don Marquis, and when I was a boy no writer did more to make me want to read and … Read more
Don Marquis was a newspaperman back in the day. His name rarely rings a bell in our times, but 80 or 90 years ago he was one of the most popular humorists in America. People read him in the morning … Read more
It was in the 2nd grade that I was introduced to the first poems I ever liked—a slew of them, in fact, all written by a cockroach named Archy.