The Holy Day has arrived, and I am giddier than Kirk Cousins' real estate agent. Before I rant and rave about the Lucky 17, I gots a top five non St. Patrick's related thoughts in 'me noggin this morning. 1- I picked up a shake for my son at Mickey D's yesterday and I gotta… Continue reading The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell
Aiight peeps. This is gonna be a momentarily lapse of season, seeing as how this here morning (Thank you DST!) got cut by an hour. I would blame Trump but there are humpbacks out there who are still blaming Obama, so I'll go with that. Thanks Obama for leaving before a third term became possible!… Continue reading The equity of gratitude
Persistence is the antidote to mortality. I realize that's a fairly dubious way to begin a food post, but hear me out por favor. Because me and Linds B learned the importance of persistence this week whilst firing up the Cuban Sammy search once again after a brief winter hiatus. We made way for the… Continue reading Our search for the Perfect Cuban Sandwich takes the long way home
Admittedly, I was late to the party as far as texting is concerned. Not that I'm sorry about this fact in the least. Truth be told, I would trade in my android for a rotary phone if I didn't have a social life that frowns upon this stagecoach-like form of communication. It was in the mid… Continue reading Texting and the merry bachelor
Our Cuban Sandwich adventures recently took us to Harrisburg, Pa. Located along the banks of the Susquehanna River, the state capitol is home to a bevy of five star restaurants that cater to the pols and professionals who do business in this bustling little town. If you're a history buff, Harrisburg has got the scratch for… Continue reading ‘Capitolizing’ on the art of the toast in our search for the Perfect Cuban Sandwich
I don't believe in happy endings in the same way I don't believe that tucked in shirts make you somehow more prepared for the world that is punching you hard in all the many places that count most. As far as I'm concerned, we are much too content in figuring out these places too simply,… Continue reading Love ain’t interested in yesterday
I never imagined I would be "that guy,". I was never going to be the dude who plays Fantasy League Football as if it's a side job that he really needs because his wife is pregnant again and he's got a mortgage payment that's trashing the shit out of his sleep. The guy who treats… Continue reading Keep your realities close, but your fantasies closer . . .