My Favorite Things to Eat: A Former New Yorker Talks About Food

What are my favorite things to eat? Good question. Thanks for asking. Bagels. Mozzarella. And what are the two foods I loved most in New York that I can’t find now that I live in Denver? Bagels. Mozzarella. If you ever hear that I’ve moved back east, and I say something like “I want

Olly, Olly All Come Free

When I was a boy we played games. We would gather at Mike’s house to decide what the game would be. Mike lived in the middle of the block so it was a centralized location and he had a stone retaining wall in his front yard. The wall was about knee-high, perfect for sitting, and

Rain In Summer (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Keeping in April's theme being "Rainfall" and National Poetry Month, I'd like to share another rain-based poem. This time it's in the romantic tradition and one that is more just a celebration of the imagery of rain without any deeper meaning. Well, that's not fair there is a bit of a deeper theme that

Saying Goodbye in Paradise (Or Waiting for the Hurricane)

I’m not sure if this is going to work. Or if it will make any sense let alone be entertaining to read. I guess you can call this an experiment. I am going to write about some recent events in my life unplanned, just off the cuff and see where it leads. And I’ll be

A Fantastic Breakdown of the Beatles’ Rain

Every once in a while I stumble upon a happy coincidence. Like for instance the video below. I was researching a completely different subject – not even for this blog actually – when I ran across this short video essay on The Beatles song Rain.  Now as it happens this month’s theme is “Rainfall”

Which Thing Came First: The Swamp or the Man? (Self-indulgent Nerdfest II)

Comics are a business. Amid the artwork and the writing, the beloved characters and detailed worlds and universes it is easy to forget that these guys* also want to make money. And in doing so certain ideas and concepts get … let’s say borrowed … from time to time. But every once in a while

An Immaculate Fix: A Junky’s Christmas

It was Christmas Day and Danny the Car Wiper hit the street junksick and broke after seventy-two hours in the precinct cell. It was a clear bright day, but there was warmth in the sun. Danny shivered with an inner cold. He turned up the collar of his worn, greasy black overcoat. This beat

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