While I can’t remember how old I was when I first read the Jules Verne classic “Around the World in 80 Days” I do remember falling in thrall with its protagonist, Phileas Fogg. Fogg was the perfect British gentleman, who made a 20,000 Pound bet with members of his club that he could ...

I have always loved hole foods. Hold on. Before you become one more of my self-appointed proofreaders/critics like my pal Danny Spada, let me say “hole foods” was not a mistake. Instead, it revers to literal hole foods, namely bagels and doughnuts. When I think of those two, I ...

I’m in Nori’s, about to meet up with my pal, Gary “The Griper” Piper. The Griper got his nickname because in the course of any conversation, regardless or time, place or subject, he will inevitably complain about something. Say you mention the Olympics, in any context, and he’ll go ...

Early November has always been a dark time for me, literally and figuratively. The culprit is Daylight Savings Time — something that’s never made a lick of sense. So now it gets light an hour earlier, bringing joy unbounded to people who love to get up at dawn, damn their big bright ...

I’ve always said a boy’s finest years are between ages 7 and 11. Or at least they were my finest years. I was no longer a little pisher with knobby knees, a running nose, and a slave to every authority figure in the Lower 48. Instead, I’d wandered into world of wonders and ...

Last week, when Bunk Griffin snugged into his stool in The Great Downhill Grill in the Sky, he took with him a vast number of stories never recorded or even heard. Luckily for us, and me in particular, he left another bunch of them behind. Some necessary background: Bunk was seven years ...