Like any good countdown, we will start at 10 and work our way to the best of the best. This does not occur in real time.

After three straight shifts of no IDs and no lines, something needed to happen to save our sanity.

What happened is something I’ve never seen before, which is saying something when you’ve been in the security game since you were 17 years old.

I was wearing my Carhartt neck protector so she couldn’t see that I was smiling, but I hope she felt as if I was smiling like that meme smile Dany gives to Sansa in the library.

A bold new vision for America.

A few quick hits to keep you going until someone does something laughably and catastrophically, monumentally idiotic on Saturday, October 26.

The line was unbearably slow on Saturday, but when it was moving, it’s important to keep the ramp and stairs clear for incoming and outgoing traffic. What shouldn’t you do in this situation? Stand on the ramp.

I’ve been listening to a lot of punk music lately. This might explain why.

Bodhi was misunderstanding his ground, which elicited a short-man syndrome joke from one of the cops, who couldn’t have been more than 5-7 himself.

I am Britney Spears. Because, baby, I did it one more time. The ninth time, to be exact. And it is mightily frustrating.

We’re holding at 600 for right now. But this last hundred wasn’t as smooth as the last five.

A few Mondays ago I was playing shuffleboard with Sunshine and Specs while another group was having the classic debate of whether or not a hot dog is a sandwich.