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Q: I want to keep herbs on my windowsill, but I don't know where

I was a spectacular liar when I was a kid. I wrote on the couch with a black pen and blamed my little brother. I splashed on gallons of my mom’s Ambush perfume one day, and then denied that I had done so even when I could tell that I reeked of the heavy scent. Everyone I knew was born nearby in Boston, including me, and that seemed so pedestrian, so I told all my neighborhood friends one November that I was actually from Baltimore and would be flying there for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with my aunt. Little did I know that a neighbor would call my parents to say that she had a relative who worked for Eastern Airlines and I could get a discount on my flight to Baltimore. My parents were livid that I would make up such a story.

Sometimes savvy filmmaker Ron Shelton seems to have lost his way