Tinfoiled Again

Flying out early tomorrow for Papa's haunt, Key West. A question he never considered on his many travels. My flight spans breakfast and lunch (DC-Buffalo-Ft. Lauderdale... don't ask, it was cheapest). The airlines have decided they can hide value by disappearing a reasonable meal from the fare. If it were me alone I'd tighten the … Continue reading Tinfoiled Again

An ounce of hope, a Fifth of futility

Review: God in Neon by Sam Slaughter Sam Slaughter’s collection of stories features protagonists paddling up a great river of booze. Their strokes are futile, the current strong: with beer, tequila, whiskey, Old Crow, Jack, PBR. They struggle under the blurry burden of constant intoxication, their boozing not an act so much as a reality, … Continue reading An ounce of hope, a Fifth of futility