News is a chaotic beastie, no matter what subject you’re covering. (I myself have seen some Town Council meetings turn very nasty.) But Colvin, with her motto of “throw yourself in head first,” dove into the most chaotic realm of all: War.
June 10, 1946. It was late afternoon for America, both in wake of the World War II, and in a literal sense, as the summer sun began to dip. Dizzy with excitement as the summer vacation approached, thousands of children plopped down in front of their radios, all for one reason: to hear the exploits of America’s caped crusader, Superman.
Honestly, I was going to write something about Thanksgiving turkeys or whatever for this week’s column, but when I heard that Stan Lee passed away on Monday, I threw that out the window. This man was an icon, guys, to the point where writing about his entire life and accomplishments would take maybe a book or two.
Vampires are freaking scary, man. Now, I’m not talking sparkly Edward Cullen or cunning Strahd von Zarovich here. The vampires of yore that I'm talking about are more in the style of Nosferatu-- creepy, corpse-like and bloodthirsty. They’re also REAL.