In Which Your Humble Blogger ventures to disagree with Rabbi Ishmael ben Yose, although that may be because YHB misunderstood what was going on.
In Which Your Humble Blogger anticipates being in the car during Marketplace, and may just listen to some music instead.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys the book, even though it is pretty ridiculous.
In Which even Your Humble Blogger does not believe that ‘profit’ and ‘fraud’ are synonyms. Although, you know, there is some correlation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds something behind the connotations, or under them. It might not have been there before I found it, but I think it’s there now, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is personally insulted by George F. Will, as I am certainly disdainful (largely through personal experience) and, thank goodness, at a distance. Unless you count from his own Arizonan self.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally blogs a book about Richard III, but not about the punk one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t name names, but his initials are Matt Hulan.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all done, with all that goes through the mind of a person who is all done.
In Which Your Humble Blogger neglects to mention that some texts include the advice against going to law school, but surely that’s a given.