Right now, this blog is simply named after me: “Marshall Jones Jr.” At first, I just wanted my name so people could find it in search, but since then I’ve wanted to give it a…

Theodore Elliot Jones. With a name like that, he should be a poet. Instead, he spouts hilarity like a machine gun. Probably only one in ten of his “bullets” hit their mark, but he doesn’t…

Something about driving at night on the freeway with the air conditioning blasting creates a wonderful illusion of speed. Maybe there is some speed involved, but still… the A/C adds to it. And I love…