Winter fixer-upper, northwest Wyomin

The $3.47 movies settle into their bins at Wal-Mart, not sure if they're pictures or films but knowing they're not cinema, hoping some some nice family will take them home, preferably a Christian family, independent bible believers.

Hilary's on the cover of The National Enquirer. She has dark circles under her eyes--she's been crying perhaps and her Clinique's smeared--because she's just or is about to be or will soon be, 'under arrest.'

Winston tastes good like a cigarette should.

If you get up early enough and don't turn on any of the lights in the house, you'll find something sacred about sunrise wherever you live.

And if you walk to the door and open it and step outside it's possible you'll hear yourself say to yourself, how good is this life, really, how good is it?