Eleven o’clock. Dark. Quiet. Mr. Coffee set for morning. Neighborhood lawn sprinklers turned off. Dogs inside. Air dry and barkless, only crickets. Down to bare feet, worn-out jeans. Not awake enough to read, not wound …
May 30, 1985
News & Stories
The late-night lunacy of KUSI's Uncle Ed Muscare
Not everything stinks about the World Wrestling Federation
There is no more a problem of truth in wrestling than in the theatre. — Roland Barthes, Mythologies I threw the paper into the corner and turned on the TV set. After the society page …
May 30, 1985