Dearest Martha, We near the eleventh hour of the horse show, and there is no sun of our relief. The generals have ordered that the position must be held at all hazards. Darkness has fallen, the wind howls, and the man with a thermometer says it is scarce five degrees.

"Is 53 greater or less than 47" quickly becoming the defining political question of our time

It turns out that I don’t care for authentic Philly cheesesteaks no w, if I ever did. This information about myself shocks me. Deeply.