Not the kind you should see a specialist about. Not the in-the-pants variety. When I was a wee lad, (heh.. Wee) I’d help my father and uncle build things. See, my dad would generally bring me to side jobs to make some extra bank, but had nowhere to deposit me. …
I happened to catch”The Longest Day,” on TV yesterday. For those of you that don’t know, it’s a movie from the early sixties about the events of D-day. (Staring The Duke!) Towards the middle of the movie, there’s this scene. There’s no POV character. No faces or personalities. The camera …
