Every writer needs a favorite place.
For some it’s a home office — a converted bedroom perhaps, or the attic. For others it’s Starbucks.
For GiGi New, it’s a caboose. 524 more words
Long before punk’d became a verb with a hip spelling, self-styled professional prankster and provocateur Alan Abel was pulling the legs of the unsuspecting. There was his fictitious Society for Indecency to Naked Animals, a years-long campaign to put animals in pants; golf-course dance lessons to corporate executives in the fine points of ballet positions promised to ratchet up their golf scores; or his school for beggars, a front for spotlighting the conditions of the homeless. 180 more words