You bake the pizza, then put the cheese and pepperoni on after you remove the pizza from the oven. Then you box it up. The cheese melts due to the heat of the pizza, and the pepperoni doesn't burn. Every place I've been sells it by the square slice.

Chrysler has a museum on the north side, around Auburn Hills I think, but it's not open to the public. (Think about that...)

One of the best places we've gone to in Michigan is the Dow House in Midland:

The Air Zoo is mostly fun. It's all devoted to flight. Some kids' stuff, but not all fun and games.

This ad was in the Taschen book on 40s Ads that found its way into my stocking with the usual orange and a lump of coal several weeks ago:

Before the normal Niv service is restored:

If I had a Keurig, this is what would be in it:

Of course, he can't hold his swearing-in outside, because he's frightened of seeing empty seats at the Mall...

I only know, as a hopeless caffeine addict (perhaps my last remaining vice), is that I require vast daily quantities of Timmy's French Van Capp in order to survive. If I couldn't drink it, I'd be mainlining it.

At least you don't have Dusty's Splotch:

I thought it might be something to do with

My baby (more or less):

In the new Fantasy Island reboot, I walk up to Mr Roarke and say, 'I want to live in a world that has never had Donald Trump in it,' and Roarke replies, 'Okay, but there's a waiting list.'