A man set before him a blank sheet of paper and scrawled "I WILL" at the top.


He sat upright, resolute and unmovable. A rhythmic moment passed before he drew both ends of the paper and, with squinted eyes and precision only limited by human hand, folded the paper in perfect fourths. He gently slid the paper in the coat pocket nearest to his heart. He stood, nodded, then marched out into the snow. His greying mustache resembled something of a smile.

Crunch n' Munch? Cracker Jacks? They're Both Two Lanes of Salty-Sweet on the Delicious Highway

I took the day to become a better, more disciplined person. I only ate two, maybe three pieces of halloween candy, and I only told four lies, (which were mostly for the recipients' benefit). Long gone are the days in which the if-you-please approach lingers and fizzles. No, that all ended when I realized my fantasy basketball team, The Sasquatchers, wasn't as competitive as I planned or hoped. Somethings might be worth giving up after all. Hey, do you think my DVR recorded 30 tonight? I hope so too.