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Salva Vida

What a difference a day makes. This morning I was lying on a floating dock beneath a blazing sun in just swim trunks. Tonight, I am sitting in my bedroom waiting for my space heater to kick in. This morning, it was 85°. Tonight, it is 8°. This morning I was wearing shorts and flip…
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Continental Drift

I am woefully unprepared, but I will soldier on. In just over twelve hours, a car service will pick Abbi and me up and whisk us away to JFK Airport. We will board Continental flight #311 to Houston, where we will connect with Continental flight #10 to Roatan, Honduras. We expect to be on the…
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Flirting With Disaster

I walked out of my apartment building today in a navy sport coat, navy sweater, purple shirt, army pants and sneakers. Two dudes dressed head to toe in Carhart work clothes were drinking coffee and smoking on the corner. They looked at me like, ‘You’re gonna wear that!?!’ It was one of those days. I…
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Hurt

I woke up this morning with crushing pain just above my heart. My first thought was heart attack. My second thought was pulled muscle. My third thought was pleurisy. I’ve been checking out quite a few podcasts of late, primarily because MTV News is charging into new platforms, but secondarily because I’ve always been a…
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Roatan, Honduras

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After The Fall

There’s something about a fresh blanket of snow that turns even the most jaded New Yorker into a kid again. It stands to reason, then, that 26.9 inches of powder turns us all into toddlers. Abbi and I loafed around all afternoon, reading the Sunday Times, watching bad wedding shows on Oxygen, and eating waffles.…
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