I stumbled upon a curious place in my recent holiday travels. While driving through the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, there in a small storefront on a lazy highway that led through an old worn-out town, was a bright neon sign. It looked new amongst the rusted poles and burned out lights of the adjacent signs. …
In 1989, as a newly christened editorial writer for my high school newspaper, I thought it compelling to write an article on the hypocrisy in the world as I then understood it. As I remember, this forgettable, frivolous piece chronicled both silly and yet profound two-faced ways of the world that I did not fully …
Truth Has No Relative 