Hospitality
A quick word if I may, in defense of hospitality, customer service, and hope for the species. Last night, after a four-hour drive from Quitaque to Abilene, the crew and I were equal parts ravenous and exhausted. By the time Read More …
A quick word if I may, in defense of hospitality, customer service, and hope for the species. Last night, after a four-hour drive from Quitaque to Abilene, the crew and I were equal parts ravenous and exhausted. By the time Read More …
This morning, at exactly 7 AM Peoria time, something soft and furry landed on my face
Mike talks about being a native of Baltimore and who his favorite players were when he was growing up. You gotta see this! Mike shows off his opera skills as he sings with Soprano Chelsea Buyalos before Read More …
Greetings from Columbus, Georgia, where good and evil
New show suggestion #420
Back in LA. Made a wrong turn somewhere in the Delta terminal
A guy walks into a bar. His mission?
I came to NOLA for a few days to work on a project with Ford, and stopped by a few work sites to say hello and slow things down.
I’m out of town … Can you guess where?
Here’s another hint … where am I?
If you’re curious (and even if you’re not), this picture captures the essence of an otherwise healthy brain, collapsing under the weight of Australian expectations.
I’m mostly certain that the thing jutting out of the dead kangaroo’s nether regions is its tail. Mostly.
Grunt is a bulldog memorialized on a cinder block wall of a coffee shop, just off the beach on a street with no name, and he took my breath away for two reasons.
So I go into a convenience store in Sydney to get a bottle of water and some Tam-Tams. As the guy is ringing me up, I notice a sign on the register that says, “Cigarettes under lock and key.” It soon becomes clear why.
Today’s Lesson in Pointless History comes from Sydney, Australia, where I flew down here to help Discovery International promote Dirty Down Under.