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- Hindus Are Buried…?!
- Why Chinese Pharmacies Still Sell Ants
- The 38th Reich: Korean Nazi Cosplay
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- The Insane Monkey Bar in Tokyo
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I’m not a great filmmaker. Or a famous one. If I was, I wouldn’t have ended up drenched in a 3AM rainstorm of the roof of a dilapidated McDonalds, bailing out the small lake of water forming around my sneakers. I definitely wouldn’t have started my filmmaking career in the slums of Buffalo, or have ...
"That's possibly the worst idea I've ever heard." Michelle didn't use these words lightly. She didn't say this when I'd suggested we fly across the country to a park staffed by 108 dwarfs, or we hand-feed live animals to hungry tigers, or we train to become professional taxidermists. But evidently Michelle has her limits, too. ...
We stopped just outside of Mammoth Cave at Cave City, a deserted row of run-down attractions. It has teepee-shaped motels, kangaroo zoos, and a hilltop theme park called Gunsmoke Mountain where a rusty chairlift rocked in the rain. "It's like we've driven back to the 50s," Laurie laughed. At the end of Cave City, I'd ...
We found this strange spiral of stones in the middle of a North Carolina field. "Welcome to Hartleyhenge," said Scotty. "I'm not even sure if Hartleyhenge is the real name," he admitted, "but that's what we call it around here." There's no sign, and no information. A friend of Scotty's, John Hartley, built it ...
In 1968, Henry L. Warren decided to do something special. He started building a tiny village on the side of the road, using white flint rock, concrete, and red brick. He called it "Shangri-La." "Wow," said Scotty, jumping out of the Dart. "Look at all this quartz!" It was amazing. Warren had ...