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By the roadside in Abita Springs, Louisiana, a museum of the strange and wonderful awaits.

A special Labor Day poem by Brendan Joyce.

The best, the worst, and everything in between.

Rather than focus on specialized dinner forks or individual pet peeves, modern etiquette must be for the sake of others’ comfort and well-being.

Reflections on flag-worship.

The inspirational yet vacuous fare that makes a fetish out of individual grit and achievement is funded by a right-wing billionaire who wants you to forget about systemic causes of injustice.

Most people don’t want to think about preparing for death. But we’re all “future corpses” and need to plan accordingly.