Subjected to the light of day, Sarah Palin doesn't look like a maverick at all.
Exposing a construction-site scam only a San Francisco cop could love.
Ronald Taylor is one of perhaps hundreds of innocent people Harris County has put in prison.
Sloppy U.S. government paperwork is putting the lives of asylum seekers at risk.
Moments before taking the stage, Chris Daughtry notices a somewhat familiar-looking woman calling out to him. "It's so good to see you," she says as she approaches.
"Oh, hey, uh, you," Daughtry tentatively replies, none too suavely, struggling to put a name to her face.
"Chris, it's me. Kat. You know, 'McPheever!'" cries Katharine McPhee. Breaking a futile pause for recognition, she nervously adds, "We were on season five of Idol together. I, um, came in second."
At last making the connection, fourth-place finisher Daughtry looks away and says coolly, "Right. Yeah. It's been awhile."
Playfully hitting his shoulder, McPhee makes an attempt at conversation, "So, what have you been up to?"
Daughtry answers, "I sold 2 million records." An awkward silence follows. "So I have to go rock now," he says casually and turns to walk toward the sounds of cheering fans. A realization suddenly hits him, and he stops and asks, "Say, you're here why exactly?"
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