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According to a new scientific study of stupid behavior leading to terrible yet predictable consequences, more than 250 people have been killed in the last six years taking selfies, those “look at me and where I’m at and what cool stuff I’m doing” photos often wedged between vicious political…

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As the interim senior holiday consumer affairs/vandalism correspondent for this award-winning publication, many people have asked me this question: What can I do on Halloween to keep those pesky little ghosts and goblins and future Supreme Court Justices from egging my Buick or toilet paperi…

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In previous chapters of what I have come to refer to as “The Adventures of a Small-Town Newspaperman,” I have chronicled such amazing feats as unclogging the women’s room toilet, disposing of a dead rat found in the alley, changing the broken windshield wiper on the delivery van in single-di…

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Back in 1980, country music star Bobby Bare released an album called “Drunk & Crazy,” which, as one might guess from the title, was not a gospel compilation but a often irreverent celebration of debauchery containing such colorful numbers as “Drinkin’ and Druggin’ and Watchin’ TV” and “I…

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On Sept. 8, my hometown, the thriving micropolis of Marion, North Carolina, will host our state’s biggest and best (and, so far, only) Bigfoot festival, a celebration of all things Sasquatchian.

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As a former child, onetime college student and eventually the father of my very own former child and onetime college student, I know first-hand about what not to flush down a toilet. The list includes tennis balls, mini liquor bottles and Barbie heads.

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I prowled all over the doomed Sears store, this one in a mall and among the 60-plus the company will close in 2018, but I did not find a Superman costume.

I’ve seen enough movies about shape-shifting, brain-sucking, chest-bursting space aliens to know that our national security, as well as our brains and chests, are in danger even as we speak, although we are not technically speaking right now. You are reading, and I, having finished this a fe…

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The soon-to-be college graduate, decked out in cap and gown and prepared for the packed-house ceremony that would signify the completion of four years of higher education, opened the passenger door of my pickup truck for the short ride to the convocation center, stepped inside and said, “Tha…