It's time for my regularly scheduled chat with feminism professor Gina Barreca, in which we explore gender differences in humor. I hooked up with my colleague, Tammy Jones, who is no slouch, humor-wise. In fact, these men had come not to buy slaves but to free them.
Some people just love to see the mailman.
For me, as perhaps for you, the day began so well. By Jeanne Marie Laskas , Page W08 Mack, the builder of stone walls, is out in the front yard looking down at about 300 hunks of sandstone. He's a slim man with a ponytail, and a tattoo that makes his arm appear encircled with barbed wire. He's got a cigarette in one hand, and with the other he's rubbing his chin, examining the stone. Perhaps he's thinking about what I told him when he arrived this morning.