Sunday Newscape Magazine

Show of hands, guys. How many times have you been sitting in your living room, beer in one hand, backup beer in the other, watching the game (the one where the next 2.7 seconds, give or take an hour, will single-handedly determine the fate of everything you hold most sacred), when out of the corner of your eye you notice that old bookcase of yours and suddenly realize what’s been bugging you for months, maybe even years,

Something AMAZING has happened. And really rare too, like a solar eclipse, a meteor shower, or when the mechanic fixes the rattling in your car without finding five other things that need fixing. On Thanksgiving Eve at approximately 8:52 PM, aviation history was made when a U.S. aircraft, traveling from Washington D.C. to Atlanta, stunned the nation by disproving the laws of physics, nature, and commercial air travel by actually taking off at the time printed on the ticket!

So yesterday, my wife Julie and I made an offer on a house. At least I think it was yesterday. Between my anxiety (the realtor calls it “buyer’s jitters”) and the four hours of sleep I had last night (my stomach calls it “feed me one more energy drink and I’ll give you something to jitter about”),

This past Saturday, my wife and I visited the Amish. The Amish, for those of you who have never seen Witness, are a troupe of talented actors who are paid by the Pennsylvania Bureau of Tourism and Travel to portray a Norman Rockwell painting.