Opinion
Al Batt: ‘WHAP!’ There was a flyswatter in the ointment
It was a fly year.
I slipped the surly bonds of the unfair and leaped like a graceful gazelle onto the county fairgrounds.
I was traipsing down the magically delicious aisles of a grocery store.
I’d turn pro if there was an apologetic league. I can say “I’m sorry” with the best of them.
We were as young as we’d ever be.
I was eating one of the few things Joey Chestnut hadn’t yet devoured.
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt I woke up with a start in the middle of the ...
We’d be stuck for words if it weren’t for the weather.
Ladies and gentlemen, horses and fleas, bowlegged ants and cross-eyed bees, I’ll be home for Father’s Day; it’ll ...
I’ve never seen it rain cats and dogs, but it’s going to rain when I see the Johnson’s ...
The average summer is supposed to have 93.6 days.
I’d had an unpleasant experience. The store’s cashier was slow and rude. I tried to overlook his imperfections. ...
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I’d started working a summer job at a large factory.
It was rush hour in a small town. I waited for the only other moving car to find a ...