There have been some technical difficulties with the Pulp, keeping me from posting the usual compelling, humorous, outrageous, and addictive material that you've come to expect to pop up on this site. It's back in operation, though, and I'm working on a pretty good post concerning the Marti Ten story at the moment.
The fact is that I have a backlog of good posts. There are such great journalism stories emerging from South Florida right now that I don't have the time to do them all while putting out the ol' column. Those of you who have provided tips, hold tight, the blockbusters are coming. Here's precisely how much more time I need to get all this stuff done and still remain sane: An extra hour in the day, an extra day in the week, and an extra week in the year. People, if I had that, life would be a whole lot sweeter.
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But there's only one place where that happens and, as far as I know, it's imaginary. They call it Europe.