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The Inseide Dope, by Bob Seidenstein

Livin’ large … Payin’ small

Last week’s column was a basic introduction to the fine art of thrift shopping. If there were a college major called Don’t Be A Moron Shopper, that column would’ve been a course labeled, Thrift Shops 101. Continuing in the same vein, this column is Thrift Shops 303, since it goes into my ...

Shoppin’ around

I’ve always enjoyed studying logic as a game of sorts. Proof that I’ve never been serious about it is how I’ve lived my life. It’s like me and sea stories: From an early age, I’ve loved reading about ships on the bounding main ... but not enough to want to actually BE on one. If ...

Tori and the near-deadly deadline

For me, the week before Xmas should’ve been dubbed, Days of Murphy’s Law. Nothing big went wrong. My friends, fam, pets and I were all in fine fettle. None of my precious antiques were stolen or destroyed (mostly because I have none). My Home Town was spared riots, plagues and ...

Riding the waves

While I’ve never thought of myself anything special. but I think one thing distinguishes me from most people. It is I’ve lived my whole life through radio. Of course that was a given when I was a kid, since when it came to electronic home entertainment, radio was the only game in town. In ...

The Blue Moon ham

Let’s face it, we’re a nation of voyeurs. Celebrities are the bread and butter of TV and social media. Actors, singers, dancers, jocks — even flash-in-the-pan headline-grabbers — are the food and fuel, if not the lifeblood of This Great Land of Ours. We track their lives with a ...

’Net gains

While not a Luddite, I will admit my computer skills are deficient, if not almost defunct. But they’re also adequate for my uses. Good thing they are too, because in an emergency, it can be a lifesaver, literally. And that’s exactly what it was for me a couple weeks ago. The life ...