Not that I want the current president killed. I will, for the record and for the FBI agent assigned to read this and make sure I mean no harm, clearly state that while I am obsessed with death, I am against it.

Buffy's high school was built on top of a vortex of evil, the Hellmouth. And whose wasn't?

Being a nerd, which is to say going to far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know. For me, the spark that turns an acquaintance into a friend has usually been kindled by some shared enthusiasm like detective novels or Ulysses S. Grant.

Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?

Robert Todd Lincoln, a.k.a. Jinxy McDeath.

American history is a quagmire, and the more one knows, the quaggier the mire gets.

There are people who look forward to spending their sunset years in the sunshine; it is my own retirement dream to await my death indoors, dragging strangers up dusty staircases while coughing up one of the most thrilling phrases in the English language: 'It was on this spot…' My fantasy is to one day become a docent.