When I took my 85-year-old dad to Walmart, we noticed one thing that didn't please him.
Davenport will conduct a real life social distancing experiment on the Fourth of July.
“Oh, if I drink all these bottles of Nyquil (which were also flying off the shelves) I’ll have explosive diarrhea for sure.”
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."
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 →