By Earl Fowler Mental telepathy, hypnotism, a sculptured Egyptian cat or Peruvian mummy with black, nonhuman eyes, wireless telegraphy,...

Is it just me, or is there something about this smug, oiled, Niles-Crane-gone-Martin-Shkreli bad, epicene face that’s just begging for...

By Earl Fowler As one embarks upon one’s golden years, one is ever more grateful to encounter the few springs of optimism that remain....