Keepin’ My Flavor Fresh, Part II

Mike Brady warned, caveat emptor. Still, sometimes, it works out just fine. On New Year’s Day, just as Abbi and I were skulking out from beneath a minor hangover, we grabbed a pizza and a six from the locals Dag’s. Back home, though, we were shocked by the quantity of toppings. So I dashed off…

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Wondering Where The Story’s Gone

When it’s sixty degrees at six o’clock in the morning in January, you go running whether you want to or not. These are interesting times. It’s the beginning, I think, of what basketball teams call “a rebuilding year.” There’s a lot of new: a new marriage, a new home, a new job. And so I…

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