I rolled down the car window as we approached the guard’s booth. He leaned in, delivering a heady whiff of Marlboro man. “If you don’t have tickets, you’re out of luck. We’re sold out today.” Continue reading
How are you handling the polar vortex? My solution is to fight cold with cold. I’m eating vats of ice cream. I employ a similar strategy when I’m sick: feed a cold, feed a fever. So what if I can’t button my pants come spring?