One of my favorite hot cereals from my childhood is Cream of Wheat. I have fond memories of my grandmother making it for me, how she served it and how I ate it.

I was awake at the moment of the time change and I’m happy to report that nothing happened as an hour slipped away. There was no flash. There was no smell of

There’s a shack along the side of the road painted with Miss Kitty’s exit 6.

I am very particular about my toilet paper. I don’t really care about the brand, although I do have one that I usually buy. I am loyal to soft toilet paper. I

I have neighbors whose last name is Disco. I have never heard music emanating from their house, nor seen flashing lights in the windows, but I’m sure they can dance.