Six Flags was a summer ritual when I grew up in North Texas. Getting dropped off by parents as far from the gate as possible, stuffing oneself with overpriced, sticky-sweet funnel cakes, trying to get a basketball through an undersized and slightly lopsided hoop for the plush Looney Toons character. ... More >>
Trinity Water Torture, Sins of Omission
Is a teacher's effort to free two convicted killers a rush to bad judgment?