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The Bar, The Phone, and The Train

This was exactly the soapbox I had wanted for almost as long as I'd been riding Amtrak, my chance to speak to the people about our national rail.

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Cheap Holiday Scotch & “Cheers”

Getting through the long winter night.

My ankle is not a Berlin ankle

It’s supposed to be good, I keep hearing. So I try to make it good.

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The Red Needle

How to drink in the desert.

The Nevada City Beer Diaries

The Myth of Self-Care & The Power of a 100 IBU 20-Ounce Therapist

Paan Liqueur

Sometimes, the only thing that makes sense is to gulp down a thing that tastes unfamiliar, even unpleasant, until a reddish haze develops around the corners of your consciousness and everything starts to soften a bit.

This morning Juliana, three years old, and Dave, three and a half, woke us up singing at the top of their voices.

Juliana and Dave’s early morning orchestra, where they trudge around and regale the community with melodic nursery rhymes and lullabies, is something beautiful to hear and watch.

The Good Fruit Wine

Just think of the last time you drank Boone’s Farm.