Cecil Newton’s Church: “However, the church looked more like an old warehouse than a house of worship during a visit on Sunday. The front entrance was a locked glass door with drawn curtains, and had a giant garage suitable for a big-rig on the side. There was a dusty cement floor with a few folding chairs. A giant plank of wood riddled with nails covered one of the entryways. There was a no trespassing sign in front and neighbors said the church hasn’t been used in months. However, Cecil Newton’s name was still on the sign.” Sounds like a dump, or, in Williamsburg, a happening hipster enclave. [AP]
McMahon and Snuka met with detectives and district attorneys back in 1983.
Throws lefty. Golfs righty.
The year of Rousey continues.
It’s September and 90 degrees in the Northeast.