Jeff Johnson

Blame it on the teens.

150 years of statehood? That calls for a quiz!

Chicken soup for the cellar-dwelling soul

Self-medicating with a Mercedes and aromatherapy.

A few questions for America’s least-nurturing baby expert

I am Jeff’s gallbladder. Well, I used to be.

National service gonna set my soul on fire

What I expect from my Thanksgiving turkey

It seems a bridge supports much more than traffic.

Lay on ground, light fuse, retire quickly