In order to maintain a full-spectrum of schizoid (if not schizophrenic) understanding of the inherent insanity of life as we know it, I get my essential media insights in two ways on most days.
It could have been a complete and unmitigated disaster. It turned out to be one of the most rocking parties Fort Bragg had everseen. Not too long ago, my mom and her best friend — who we all call Auntie Fran — were telling tall tales when the famous Christmas Party story came up.