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A Matter Of Burgers

Once again, The Dead Poet has provided another dose of crazy serendipity. I’m beginning to think the place is some sort of Twilight Zone or Time/Space Portal. Let me set the scene. Abbi and I have just stepped out of Chris and Jen’s Upper West Side...

Will Commute For Food Fun

My friend, Tricia Martin, sent an email on Friday with this blurb from The Des Moines Register: “Are you planning to compete in the June 22 Hy-Vee Triathlon in Des Moines? Are you willing to blog about your training experiences?” “The Register has 10...

She’s So Heavy

“Do you know what the capital of Djibouti is? Djibouti.” It seemed funny at the time. I think it might have even warranted a knee slap. Which is often the case when you’re three beers in at Rockwood Music Hall. Back home in Hell’s Kitchen...

Clean Up In Aisle Five

I find the psychodemographics of grocery shopping kind of amusing, and maybe even a little bit insightful. I mean, who among us hasn’t snuck a look at another patron’s cart, or rendered some sort of judgement in the check-out aisle? In a way, one’s...

Swinging The World By The Tail

That’s me in Miss Opalinski’s fourth grade class. I liked stuffed animals, model airplanes, T-ball, Beverly Cleary books, and Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” I spent the bulk of my time roller skating, drawing,...