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I haven't lived in NYC since the mid-1980s, so I don't know what kind of public transit programs they have there anymore. Here in Denver, if you sign up for an annual mass transit pass through your employer, you are guaranteed a free cab ride home for any type of emergency, including a sick kid. You just go to HR and ask for a cab voucher. The cab driver takes you to your kid's school and then home. You can make additional stops on the way if it's related to the emergency, such a side trip to the pharmacy to pick up meds.

No. It changes every season.

It did have a case about a sorority party gone awry.

I agree to disagree.

All the kids we saw were much younger than Alfie. It's also not so hard for him to join the search and just ask every sullen teenager he ran into, "Are you Alfie?"

That shows you how much attention I paid in Early American History class.

My first thought was the women of Vula should band together and have The Vulva Aliance. It's good to know I'm not the only one that perverted.

I think "John J" was John Hancock. Isaac kept referring to him by a nickname (that may or may not be genuine; I don't think John Hancock's middle name is known) to show how close he was to the "in" crowd.

Yet, they both still blame the manufacturer of whatever opioid she took. They are still completely exonerating her culpability in her own death.

I'm sure Ellie's mother would have no qualms about following her into their home bathroom and watching her pee in a cup to be sure that the specimen had clearly come directly from her.

You can buy drug testing kits over the counter at any drug store that will give you results in a matter of minutes.

Last week on a flight from Denver to Las Vegas, we landed and one of the stewards announced, "please be sure you don't leave your personal problems. . . uh, I mean possessions on the plane." I'm still not sure if it was supposed to be a joke or a Freudian slip. He really did sound surprised and embarrassed.

I think Matty wants to believe it was an accidental overdose while the evidence is actually pointing to it being suicide. She refuses to accept that her daughter played a huge role in her own addiction, thinking only Big Pharma and the law firm are to blame. Even though it has been more than a decade, Matty seems to still be exhibiting the earlier stages of grief: Denial, Depression and Anger while occasionally moving into Bargaining but still being a long way from Acceptance. She delusionally believes that getting convictions of guilt in the courts is what is going to get her Acceptance, so she is going be in for a huge disappointment if she ever does get to confront Wellbrexa and Julian with her evidence (real or imagined). As has already been stated, why aren't she and her husband in counseling instead of on this crusade to find someone to vilify? Every week, they seem to be moving farther and farther down the rabbit hole of grief rather than doing something that is truly productive to help resolve it.

At PDX (Port of Portland): 1968: we stopped at the ticket counter to be assigned seats. (There was a map of the airplane with a sticker for each seat. You told the agent which seats you wanted, and she pulled the stickers for those seats off the map and stuck them onto your ticket envelope. People would get there hours early to stake out the window seats.) Then you went straight to the gate. Smokers sat anywhere. They didn't have their own section. 1973: still assigned seats at the ticket counter. We walked through metal detectors, but all our carry-ons had to be hand searched. Family and friends could still accompany you to the gate. Smokers sat in the back except for those in First Class (that meant non-smokers were sandwiched between 2 smoking sections). 1976: seats were assigned by the travel agent who sold us the tickets. We walked through metal detectors and carry-ons went on to the conveyor belt to get scanned. Family and friends could still come with you to the gate. Smokers still in the back except First Class. 1990 was the end of smoking on airlines within the US and when only ticketed passengers could go past security briefly. Once the first Gulf War ended, they went back to allowing family and friends to go to the gates until it was stopped again after 9/11.

If you're really interested, read the book it was based on Wiseguys by Nicholas Pileggi. I found it to be fascinating, although it has since been determined that some of the stories were exaggerations of Henry Hill's booze-addled memories. Very few people knew anything about the mafia until The Godfather came out in 1972. It was all very secretive. Again, refer to Wiseguys for Karen Hill's explanation of how she married into a mafia family without realizing it until several years into her marriage.