Solo kayak float down the Buffalo River on a perfect autumn day
A day in the life of The Big Sleazy—my favorite city.
Full disclosure: I’m a Josh Habiger fan. And friend. So anything I’m about to type regarding his astonishing new restaurant, The Catbird Seat, is likely to reflect a certain hyper-subjectivity, produced by the gigantic chef-crush that I have on the guy. Hal and I became a Habiger devotee from across the bar at The Patterson…
Huge-@$$ mountains like these don’t have to strive to impress. They just sit there and do it…kind of like Otis the Cat.
How the West won me.
Last spring I posted about Hal’s and my harebrained “Let’s get in shape real fast” scheme, buttressed by a 60-day DVD workout plan called “Insanity.” And insane it was: six days a week, for forty to sixty minutes a day last April and May, we slid a disc into the computer and bounced, heaved, and…
Ideas are like tender little plants: some grow and thrive, others get ground into the dirt. How do you tell which is which?