Terry wanted to honor himself and fathers everywhere on this special day, so he left ME a present in the bathroom. Thank you, dear. Happy Father’s Day to you. May your junk always be cradled by soft cotton underwear that you then set on top of my Chi hair straightening iron.
“Were we called upon, however, to designate that class of composition which, next to such a poem as we have suggested, should best fulfill the demands of high genius–should offer it the most advantageous field of exertion–we should unhesitatingly speak of the prose tale . . . ” –Edgar Allan Poe, a review of Hawthorne’s […]