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NPR’s Carl Kasell just delivered the good news. “The extensive heat wave across the eastern third of the country is expected to break tonight.” Cool. Where I’m goin’, I don’t need any more heat. It’s Video Music Awards season at The MTV. It’s all hands on deck. It’s full court press. It’s all kinds of…

When I was seven-years-old, my parents took Chris and me to “Annie” at Chicago’s Schubert Theatre. Two things stuck: Annie’s “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” (reprised in every song I’ve written since), and Miss Hannigan. Miss Hannigan scared the living shit out of seven-year-old me. (My mother loves to remind me of this.) Heck,…

I checked my last Xanax through to Logan before I could choke it down. I’m in seat 3A of an eight-seat Cessna 402, a plane only slightly larger than a station wagon. I’m not quite white knuckling this puddle jump between Nantucket and Boston, but I am uncomfortable. I am remarkably lucid. Too lucid. There…

Best. Ride. Ever. I was grilling a piece of freshly caught tuna when it rolled in. The sun faded. The bay disappeared. The air cooled. Tiny droplets of fog clung to my eyelashes. After dinner, I rode my bike out across the Smith Point Bridge. The night was silent. Everything was pale blue. I couldn’t…

My car departs at 4:45. I’ve packed swim trunks, running shoes, and my iPod. That’s it. Delta Shuttle departs Marine Air Terminal at six o’clock. I arrive Logan 6:56. I arrive Nantucket at nine a.m. The sweaty city may never hear from me again. I’ll be thinking of you. I promise.

I get some text messages now and again, but they’re neither funny nor provocative. I’m a little old school with the whole typing on the phone thing anyway. It’s kind of annoying. Email, though? Lifeblood of The MTV, and fun part of doin’ this site. So, with a nod to Sara B, here’s a bunch…