Billy Masters

Last week, we celebrated the 30th anniversary of this weekly column.

"The woman looked out her window and realized she still harbored ill will towards the former lover who shattered the antique glass..."

If there's one thing I am loath to do, it's promote someone else's column.

The city: Fort Lauderdale, FL. The Place: Chase Bank.

Lies, Lies, Lies. No, this doesn't have anything to do with that bill (which sullies the name of Bill for us all).

Just as we were closing in on the one-year anniversary of his arrest, Austin Wolf finally appeared in court for his preliminary hearing.

Prior to my European vacation, I was helping a friend on a project at a large multinational corporation.

In terms of theatre, the Brits have it all over us—and I'm not just saying that because they serve ice cream.

You know I hate to complain.

"Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.