The little apple of death hangs from the branches of the tree of death.
On a hot July day in 1521, Ponce de Leon, his body ravaged by agony, rolled his eyes toward heaven and, most likely, screamed his way into the hands of his God. 401 more words
“I don’t want to grow up”, said my niece Ciara, 5 years old, in tears the last time we were leaving Dublin. I am sure she felt a lot better about the future once I gave her that Percy Pig, but I don’t blame her: why would anyone want to deal with a world of mortgages, driving tests and heartbreak? 832 more words
Welp, Yesterday was fun huh? Losing 27-14 to a division rival. Start the morning completely miserable because all of a sudden all the hype going into the season about how this is a different Dolphins team is almost entirely diminished after the loss across the pond. 611 more words
By Sabina Mollot
On Tuesday, police arrested Michael Sancinella, a 42-year-old homeless man they believe to be responsible for robbing one bank near Stuyvesant Town, the Ponce de Leon branch on First Avenue, and attempted to rob two other banks, all in the same day. 372 more words