My guilty pleasure I’ve mentioned my personal trainer, Charlie, before. Between the beat down sessions he inflicts on me, I enjoy trying to give him a bit of his own medicine-at least verbally. A sort of pay it backward for all the cans of whup-ass he’s...
And The Money Changers In The Temple. How I happened to watch the film, I’m not sure. Perhaps on one of those interminable flights to or from Greece last spring when scraping the bottom of the barrel of viewing choices became a necessity. When sleep, in seats...