by Ty Davison | Dec 9, 2000 | Essays
I live my own episode of COPS. Guns, drugs, busts, sirens, traffic stops. An average night in the life of a Salem Police officer, an adrenaline rush of major proportions for me. Kudos and thanks to the men and women in blue. December 8-9, 2000 8:30 PM: I’m...
by Ty Davison | Dec 4, 2000 | Essays
It was a time of marvelous political theatre if only for the reason that the suspense was thick and the losers plentiful. We won’t get it this good ever again. Winners None spring to mind. Email me if you think of any. Losers Yeah, we’ve got those in...
by Ty Davison | Oct 31, 2000 | Essays
I attempt the political punditry equivalent of Evel Knievel’s jump over the Snake River. Will I land safely on the other side by successfully predicting presidential election returns for all 50 states plus the District of Columbia? Or will my guesses turn out to...
by Ty Davison | Oct 21, 2000 | Essays
Want somebody to tell you how to vote? Of course you do! You probably just don’t want it to be me. Oh well, one out of two ain’t bad. I’ve long been opposed to those MTV-style “Rock the Vote” efforts which, for my money, only encourage...
by Ty Davison | Sep 19, 2000 | Essays
Windoze /Win’doz/ v. 1. To be completely and utterly screwed, usually by Microsoft. Ex: My operating system just crashed (again). I sure am Windozed. Given a world of approximately six billion unique individuals, it never stops amazing me that so many people are...
by Ty Davison | Aug 15, 2000 | Essays
Compiled during seven weeks in France during the summer of 2000. I attack all manner of topics from the vantage point of an American in Paris, a status made obvious by my white tennis shoes, lack of a poodle, and inability to keep from showering once a day. The...
