Paint on the floor and deep scratches, no doubt from the spurs on some local yokels’ cowboy boots; then the burns. (Who burns their floor?)
Game Breaker was a true psychological trauma story cut in a massively comedic light.
To the posers who discordantly hum that downtown will never come back, remember this: Yoga, because punching naysayers is frowned upon.
As the thief of dead people's handicap decals once said during her pre-felony days, "The case to maintain the City of Davenport is at an all time high."
The devil incarnate, who sits atop a fiery nest at the apex of this pyramidal, fire-resistant Monkey Puzzle tree, not all the time, but ...
Back in May I attended my first meeting of the Davenport Arts & Cultural Alliance (DACA) and was not disappointed.
With temperatures reaching into the low 90's in our Oven State and the heir apparent of creatures extraordinaire, I was brought a gopher tortoise by a bunch of my neighbors who had no idea why a one-to-five-pound tortoise would be running at lighting speed (for a turtle) through our streets and alley ways. We allowed... Continue Reading →