by Ken Carman   I brew braggots. A braggot is a cross between a beer and a mead. I've traveled, trod, hoofed and stumbled quite a distance down my own…

by Ken Carman  First floor, 1961: Ms. Kramer's first grade class, I stared out the window. Not my best year, class-wise, I wanted to be anywhere but there. The passing…

by Ken Carman   Last night I watched Hot Tub Time Machine for the 6th time... at least. I know, I know. Hot Tub Time Machine??? Don't worry. I won't…

  OK, just for argument's sake let's go with this highly questionable, hypothetical, meme' the Republicans push that this nonsense is all legit. I know: it isn't, but, let's have…

by Ken Carman  When are we going to admit that privatizing some things simply doesn't work?   Snowden?   Aaron Alexis: the Navy Yard Shooter, had access because he was…