All that is to say, of course, that I drank 5 Hy-Vee Diet Colas yesterday. Was up at 3:30am for work and didn’t go to sleep ...

A chicken parm and a three-hour commute. I have a rather hefty commute for work that I’ve detailed somewhere in this column at least once. That often means being strategic in terms of not only my ...

Back to school, back to school. My office is an 8′ by 10′ cinder block cell. Three foot-wide windows, sealed and with only light-regulating blinds, look at waist height onto an inaccessible ...

Reflections on drinking my way through the rural Midwest, I guess. There’s something about drinking a craft beer in what amounts to an abandoned—and repurposed—Perkins that makes you feel…well, “at ...

His CIA code name is Condor. In the next seventy-two hours almost everyone he trusts will try to kill him.