Blue-cheese-stuffed martini olives.
The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood.
Whatever results in the fastest and least painful death, so probably the skydiving.
Invisibility. Or flying. Flying while invisible.
The three Raiders Super Bowl wins from ’77 to ’84. I was over the moon. Who could have foreseen the quarter-century of futility to follow?
Armadillidium vulgare. Look it up.
Aces and Eights.
Balut. Never again.
Automotive repair. My dad tried his best, but it just didn’t take.
Absolutely nothing. All day long.