I want some of you to know this guy. Or even just one of you.
Fingers crossed.
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I’ll trade you $35 for ten or fifteen thousand.
Or even less. It’s fine with me.
Do I dare?
Evidently, I do.
Here we go again. Again.
Dear Feastlings, Whether it appears that way to you or not, I’ve been chesting my cards lately. I’ll whine and complain in broad strokes, most certainly, but I don’t spill all the beans, as it were. I won’t give all the gruesome details of the three days running of no-call/no-shows, but I’m apt to guess […]
Prick up your ears.
…and tune into 89.1 FM.
Next Sunday, we sleep.
Probably all day long.
The continued expansion of the restaurant diaspora
Why, I’ll never know.
Evacuation plan
Hello, occasional Tucsonans.
Did you want the good news first, or the bad news?
They more or less cancel each other out, really.
The calm before the continued calm
The freedom to be impetuous for a few months.