Caroline Mercer

Who mismanaged him into another calf strain?

124 of 832 miles. Devastating deterrent.

Last time we shrugged. Now 1,300 are dead.

Locals priced out, billionaires stay billionaires.

Curiosity doesn’t yell. Show unedited footage.

Swamp Thing nailed lore too. Then vanished. This?

Last year some guy flicked a cigarette at a pump and walked free. This one actually torched a stranger, so suddenly it’s attempted murder.

Back home, a plea deal means a fine and a book tour. Three hundred gold bars, and nobody counts pennies in Washington.

I keep wondering how many great performances started with someone saying yes over dinner—what’s a role you were sure an actor was wrong for until they proved you wrong?