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Kentucky straight bourbon is not to be trifled with. And yet, here I am, trifling. 15-year-old, 107 proof Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve is aged in “deep-charred heavy oak” barrels in Frankfurt, Kentucky. It is “untouched by human hands.” It is “unhurried by time.” And it is caustic stuff. Joseph and I sprinted to the…

It caught my eye as I walked out of the “Elizabethtown” premiere at the Franklin Theater (Fourth & Main, Franklin, TN): the full, harvest moon. It was was hung low and hazy, and burnt red like some Hollywood set piece. I wish I could tell you more. But my fingers are numb, my eyes are…

The gray turned to mist turned to drizzle turned to rain as I drove into Elizabethtown. My colleagues mock me for my affection towards Cameron Crowe. None of them share my appreciation of his forthcoming film, “Elizabethtown.” The film (which I previewed with my colleagues in the Paramount screening room two weeks ago) follows Drew…

My pen pal Tina sent me this note from across the pond: “Is it so wrong that your description of a bad day made me smile?” I know my bad day wasn’t the end of the world. It was a comedy of errors, a lose/lose situation. By the time my bedside table collapsed in my…

The alarm goes off. I hit snooze. I hit snooze again. I hit snooze a third time. I slide out of bed slowly, creeped out from dreams I don’t remember. My back aches in a new place, way down low at the base of my spine. I do my Masters and Cobras. Still hurts. I…

What keeps us going? My brother Christofer and I moved to New York City in the spring of 1995. We unloaded his rusty, red Isuzu pickup into the freshly painted hallways of 447 West 56th Street, and then took a walk. I was grossly overwhelmed and outpaced. The scale and speed of the city was…