Resolved: The blue streak ends right here I have got to stop swearing, dagnabbit. Somewhere along the line, my occasional salty language devolved into full-blown potty mouth. And I guess I’m feeling what some preachers might call “convicted.” This recent compulsion to clean up my verbal act started at the Wal-Mart in Orem, Utah. Ah, Wal-Mart! The great equalizer. It brings together a cross-section of Americans all sharing a certain passion for bargains, be they foodstuffs or sweat shirts, floor... Read more





