A nasty smell from a 40-year-old, dog-pee-soaked blue shag carpet hit the air, pushing a quick decision to act despite an upcoming trip. Eager to banish the odor, the carpet was ripped out ...

The rules were simple: reach the blue, shag carpet of the bedroom’s threshold and it was a touchdown. Staying on my knees somehow convinced him the situation was remotely equitable. The adult ...