Because for some inexplicable reason, Dueling Banjos is looping in my brain. Out! Out!

Hey Girl, Ray Charles and Michael McDonald
Thief of Hearts, Tina Turner
Battle in the Forest, House of Flying Daggers soundtrack
I Knew You Were Waiting, George Michael, Aretha Franklin
Graceland, Paul Simon
Feeling Good, Michael Buble
Don’t You Worry Bout a Thing, Stevie Wonder
Nothing Can Come Between Us, Sade
You Promised Me, Ingrid
One Step at a Time, George Strait

Somewhere in the garage, He-Man and his assorted fellow action figures wait patiently for two little boys to come back and play again.

One of those boys is graduating from college this weekend, and the other has been gainfully employed in the grown-up world far from Eternia for a couple of years now.

There was a Christmas when plastic muscles were fastened onto arms still clad in footed pajamas. Swords went high in the air as little voices tried to imitate the reverb sounds of He-Man extolling the virtues of the power of GreySkull. They wore He-Man underwear.

In this article, a journalist revisits the Masters of the Universe.

Blue Stilton fanciers have created a unique new perfume that is the essence of their favorite fermented dairy product. A dab here and there on selected pulse points will insure that you or a lady friend will attract attention at the next social gathering.

To say nothing of the possible adoration of strange dogs.

If you spend long hours at the computer, as many of us do nowadays, there’s a compelling reason to get up and move around. Recent research shows that deep-vein thrombosis is not confined to jet travelers.

It’s the new drug, sold by enterprising young students in restrooms and outer reaches of the playground. At schools where sodas, candy bars and potato chips are banned, the market in forbidden goods thrives.