I’m feeling better, thanks.

I’m taking a breath. The election is over, and however you may feel about the outcome, the sun has managed to come up the last three days regardless. My back hurt before, during, and after the voting, and nobody running helped me get my socks on in the morning. The person who does that got my vote a long time ago, although she may be looking for another candidate.

If you’re not mad, you’re not paying attention.

I was having a pint in the Eagle when I heard them.

UP TO THE WOMEN.

We, my friends, are being had – and we should have none of it.

Coming from Arkansas, it looks like Oz.

Thursday night, Memphis took a bullet.

Really unique is really not. Memphis is.

(This was my first column some 400-plus columns ago. I was looking for a word that most aptly describes Memphis. Just one word …)