Pondering the meaning of an apocalyptic figure and the end times, J.P. Devine looks ahead to an election sequel of cinematic proportions.
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J.P. Devine: Dining with the stars
Where the elite meet to eat when they’re working.
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J.P. Devine: After Labor Day, is it really all right to wear white?
J.P. researched this sartorial issue and found out some people look good in white whatever the season.
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JP Devine: You can’t go home again
According to NBC, St. Louis, Missouri, home town to JP, is the most dangerous city in the U.S.
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J.P. Devine: Where I’m writing from, Part 3
J.P. Devine is in his “cafe,” watching and listening so he can write the next column.
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J.P. Devine: Then, it was August 9th, a dark night
JP Devine recalls how he and other celebrities were drinking at a bar restaurant on a patio overlooking the Strip when panic passed by, the night of the infamous Manson Murders.
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J.P. Devine: The Days of the Dead
Hot summer days come with an eerie silence that remind J.P. Devine of Sundays in his early childhood in St. Louis.
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J.P. Devine: Include me out of hotel stay
Travel is a nightmare, and hotels are the monsters in those bad dreams, J.P. Devine writes.
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J.P. Devine: The tie’s the thing that’s telling about a candidate
J.P. Devine takes a gander at the neckwear of the current crop of male presidential candidates, but as yet finds no bolo ties.
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J.P. Devine: Life is a drag
The recent confrontation in downtown Waterville over a drag queen story hour for children drew metaphorical spears and rattles, the latest in a fabulous tradition of performances, J.P. Devine writes.