Ben Stein’s Diary

Ben Stein's Diary

Recession Diary

By 9.9.10

The wages of sin on a Labor Day weekend.
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Ben Stein's Diary

Summer and Sandpoint

By From the September 2010 issue

Saturday

Here I am up in Sandpoint. It is late July and it is hot, hot, hot. Really hot. I slept late, occasionally getting up to look out my window at Lake Pend Oreille. It was calm, dotted with sailboats for an upcoming regatta. There was not a cloud in the sky. Really a fabulous day except for the heat.

Alex and I had breakfast -- my usual, English muffin, eggs, and orange juice-rested, and then started to walk into town. It was too darned hot. After about an hour of walking, I felt short of breath, then desperately short of breath. With aches in my stomach and shoulders. I was only about five minutes from our condo, so I just bravely went to my condo and lay down, wheezing and feeling miserable.

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Ben Stein's Diary

A Perfect Day

By 8.9.10

Sandpoint can do that to you.
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