Mr. Oesterle opened his top drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle the size of a tennis racket. It had a dozen holes drilled through the center to increase butt-smacking velocity.
Read moreMr. Oesterle opened his top drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle the size of a tennis racket. It had a dozen holes drilled through the center to increase butt-smacking velocity.
Read more“One night, stuck out in this big, dark swamp in the Philippines…we were ambushed by the Japanese. That mask protected me against a dangerous mustard gas attack.”
Read moreWhy do I have a baldspot? Good question. I once thought it had something to do with getting older. Then I remembered something that happened a long, long time ago…
Read moreIn the summer of 1982, I desperately wanted a drum kit. Not just any drum kit, mind you. I wanted Neil Peart’s drum kit. Neil Peart, drummer/lyricist of the greatest band in the galaxy…
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