On a drive back from South Florida last week, my wife and I encountered a storm — one composed of millions of goo-filled bugs partnered together in one final round of rumpy-pumpy before splatting all ...

Floridians know. Every May and September — and sometimes December in South Florida — the state gets swarmed by zillions of little black and red flying bugs, paired off and filling the skies as they ...

Everybody? Well, that’s kind of a downer way to start today’s column. My mother used to give us Vienna sausages. I always assumed it was on days when we’d done something wrong. “Rumpy-pumpy?” That’s a ...