Joseph Kuhn's head was a madhouse, and all he wanted was a becalming glimpse of the ocean. The bad economy had killed his business first, then finished off his savings; now, he was facing foreclosure. The only thing that could douse his nerves was a daily trip to the beach. So on Thursday, June 13, ... More >>
The Curve of Happiness finds the funny in middle-age meltdown
They look, smell and smoke like Cubans. So why not sell 'em that way?