In a report released today, the Government Accountability Office says thousands of companies that received money from the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009 owe the U.S. government hundreds of millions in unpaid taxes.
In a 15-passenger Chevy van equipped with a makeshift bed and pantry, David Bazan's GPS system has him arriving right on time at his show in Omaha. At this point, he's one week into a tour, and has been driving all day from Colorado Springs.
"[Touring] is how I'm able to make ends meet," Bazan says, "because band touring costs so much money to bring a bunch of guys out."
Seventy years ago Tuesday in Duluth, Minn., Robert Zimmerman was born. He grew up a little north of there in the town of Hibbing. While still in his teens, he moved to New York City. Under the name Bob Dylan, he's been writing and singing songs ever since.
During the many years I spent wandering the country, there were two things I missed most as a Southerner. One was fresh turnip greens. The other was good country sausage. The country sausage you find outside the South isn't worthy of the name. It's bland on all counts. The really good stuff is just great pork, salt and black pepper, cayenne pepper and sage. Lots of flavor and no filler. My version is unusual in that it includes some country ham, which adds depth and richness.
I arrived in Munich about 11 a.m., starving. I was 18, hitchhiking through Europe, and my ride had just dropped me off. My nose immediately detected something wonderful and I followed it to a kiosk selling sausages. I bought a bratwurst that came on a square of waxed paper with a small hard rye roll and a scoop of mustard. Awesome. I had no idea a sausage could taste so good.