Not That Profound
I’ll have another Bud Light
I’m not sure who needs to hear this, but I’m going to say it anyway for those who do: Your beer choice does not determine your sexuality or affect your gender identification in any way. READ MORE
Not That Profound
Not That Profound
In defense of poetry
And despite the fact that poetry remains a rare art form where its practitioners outnumber the audience, I’m going to try to make the case that poetry is not only relevant, but it’s the most important thing in the world. READ MORE
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Finding a ‘home’ in Manchester
While driving through my hometown, it occurred to me that West Warwick and Manchester—the city where I’ve lived and raised my family for the past two decades—are essentially the same place, a similar kind of “home” for me. READ MORE
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The Tale of Mr. 10 Percent
I earned my moniker based on my average tip. I was so terrible at serving the public their meals that my shifts were restricted to Wednesday lunches where seniors ate half-price, and my section was limited a pair of two-tops by the kitchen. On occasion, I was assigned a four-top when the manager pitied me, in the way one might pity a three-legged dog. READ MORE
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That time the world shut down on St. Patrick’s Day
A few days before St. Patrick’s Day, while I was at Chelby’s, having beers with friends when a discussion about the virus started. Most of the patrons were dismissive, downplaying it, but I sensed a subtle pall hanging over the bar—an ominous lump in my throat. READ MORE
Education
Me versus The Grind
The tattoo is a daily reminder to me that while my condition on earth may be absurd, it’s ultimately up to me what I decide to make of it. By acknowledging this absurdity, I can choose to embrace the Grinds, laugh at them, scorn them, whatever it takes to carve out my own meaning and find that elusive happiness. READ MORE
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Once again, I ‘Get a Life’
A relative Luddite, I’ve faced off with numerous technological windmills in my search, trying Amazon and eBay, as well as some deeper searches, but I always fell, defeated. At one point, I purchased a VHS tape with two episodes from Season 1—“The Prettiest Week of My Life” and “Bored Straight”—but the complete two-season oeuvre continued to elude me. READ MORE
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Once upon a time in Red Sox Nation
These days, however, the Red Sox tone-deaf owner John Henry and their smug Head of Baseball Operations Chaim Bloom—a low-rent version of the once-dynamic GM Theo Epstein—signed a few former All-Stars, a closer incapable of handling the new pitch-clock, and an overpriced Japanese outfielder. This was the sum of an off-season for a 2022 team that finished in last place in the AL East. READ MORE
Community
How to watch the Super Bowl like a middle-aged man with high cholesterol
When your wife suggests a menu for watching the game —The Super Bowl, not the Puppy Bowl, although she’ll actually watch the latter—act tormented at the thought of consuming spicy Buffalo wings and loaded beef nachos and juicy cheeseburger sliders. Show the kind of excruciation usually reserved for Russian novels. READ MORE
Culture
The ‘kids these days’ are not okay
As I’ve been begrudgingly hurled into middle-age—soon to be old and cantankerous—it’s now high time for me to pass into this vast world of adult condescension and critique “the kids these days.” Only I can’t speak from a place of exasperation, only concern, when I say, “The kids these days are not okay.” READ MORE
