Show of hands (despite me not being able to see them and you later feeling dumb for having raised your hand in front of your monitor as if I could). How many of you did this before starting your Thanksgiving meal? How many of you still do it today? My family did this once, and only once. After my cousin said he was thankful that he wasn’t sitting next to (our cantankerous and chronically grumpy) great-grandmother, we never tried instituting this tradition ever again.

I’m very concerned about marriage; not mine, mind you – I enjoy all the benefits of life as a trophy husband – but matrimony as an institution is in trouble, and infidelity is a major contributing factor.

I’m very familiar with the best resources: “The Five Love Languages,” “Weekend to Remember” conferences, Marriage Encounter, and “Love and Respect” seminars. As I studied each approach, though, I grew troubled. Something crucial had been overlooked. I racked my brain, but I could never put my finger on it.

After Ben and Winslow encountered a burglar in their house several months ago, I always wondered what the details were. Who was this mysterious, unseen burglar? What did he steal? Was he caught? As this comic shows, even Winslow wasn’t fully aware of what happened that night.

“Oh, That Jason!,” despite airing for only two seasons (1953-54) has nonetheless gained a small cult following over the passing years. Hailed by critics as “horrifying,” “reprehensible” and “relentlessly depraved,” “Oh, That Jason!” was truly groundbreaking television, as evidenced by this list of highlights from its truncated run:

Dear FedEx Field Parking Attendant (or whatever nonsensical title they made up to make you feel good about yourself): On October 17th, a group of friends and I headed down to FedEx Field before the Redskins/Colts game to partake in a little tailgating, as most attending football games do. We arrived fairly early, and proceeded

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