So Long As Readers Keep Reading And

You Do Not Mess With The Special Investigators.

I'm Not A Vagrant... I'm A Hobo. Big Difference.

The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.

What Do I Miss About The Uk? Sadly, Almost Nothing. Maybe The Midnight Sun, In June In The North. That's All.