Why does Monday feel like an accident? It's like we're cruising down the interstate inside a couple days supplied to us by Don Henley and the next thing we know, a day comes out of nowhere to sideswipes our asses. And the worst part is, our insurance won't cover the damage since the day really… Continue reading Living Monday like a rock concert
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Like Rocks For Chocolate
I ain't much for popular opinion. I can't remember the last time I fully trusted the tally of a widely held opinion. This isn't a contrarian gallivant, myopic bent or some degenerative condition that rhymes with Larry King. Nah, it's just the truth in my lovely bones. A truth that cannot shut up, even when… Continue reading Like Rocks For Chocolate
Bending the rules in our search for the perfect Cuban sandwich
Me and Linds B took our traveling show downtown last week, paying a visit to a local landmark. Yorgos has been rocking the corner restaurant thing in the smack dab middle of Lancaster city since 1989. In spite of this staple status, I had never stepped foot in the doors until now. And it probably… Continue reading Bending the rules in our search for the perfect Cuban sandwich
Taking the Reboot to Godfather III
Having grown up in John Gotti's neighborhood, I am admittedly a fan of the wiseguys. And as such, mob movies have a special place in my cold, dark heart. Specifically, the Godfather franchise. Based on the Puzo novel, Francis Ford Coppola created a genre which helped set the standard for mob movies. Until his rush job with… Continue reading Taking the Reboot to Godfather III
The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell
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
Sunflower
Monica Roget took to the lectern and spoke of the complicated nature of history. It was a spell of words whose curlicued resonance spoke of strength through tragedy. It wasn't a speech so much as it was evidence of a torch's ability to light up the darkest night. Monica's words possessed savvy and pluck, passion… Continue reading Sunflower
The equity of gratitude
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
