What advice would you give to your teenage self? Let’s explore this age old question.
Author: Shawn McKee
Flashback: There I was, surrounded by dozens of stocky henchman while trying to escape the private island of the odious General Killius.
It’s August, and I’m another year older. Maybe another year wiser. Life experience is great and can be used for all sorts of savings and discounts.
Time is precious. Each day is an opportunity, especially the weekends. Like many, I value the weekends and the two-day respite from the necessary work-a-day routine.
I try to run three times a week for around two or three miles at a time. This routine, more or less, has been ongoing for nearly twenty years since enlisting the Army.
Sirens blared in the middle of the night. I awoke disoriented and completely unaware of the ongoing carnage.
The Easter Bunny gets more than he bargained for on his most important day of the year. Enjoy!
I was supposed to have a new comic done by now. What happened? Just the usual distractions—jewel heist, marathon relay, alpaca farm. I have a busy schedule.
Unfortunately, I was unable to interview George Washington for his birthday. My time rocket is in the shop, and I’ve had to work overtime at the mop head factory to pay for repairs. For quality mops, you can’t beat Benson’s!
The 1929 Chicago gangland execution of seven men in Lincoln Park during the height of urban mob violence put a bloody spin on this otherwise romantic holiday. Is anything sacred?