Otis and the Pisco Sour
The woman walked toward me with a plate of green balls. No story should begin that way. It’s the type of lead that conjures nightmares, or at the very least, pornographic guilt, you know...
The woman walked toward me with a plate of green balls. No story should begin that way. It’s the type of lead that conjures nightmares, or at the very least, pornographic guilt, you know...
This is the reason you will never, ever hear me say anything about the Hispanic folk in America who can’t speak English: I know there are four something here in Peru that my cab...
I arrived at the airport early because I was hopping on an international flight, because thunderstorms were already delaying the outbounds to Atlanta, and because nearly nine years ago, a few religious extremists flew...
File May under “fail.” I don’t even wanna talk about it. Exercise: Apart from one trip to the gym, the only exercise I got during the entire month was a byproduct of playing ten...
South Carolina Republicans should thank Will Folks. Back in the early days of Folks’ career, he and I had our shouting matches. We had an adversarial yet friendly relationship. I was the pesky reporter....
There was never a point at which I thought South Carolina politics would get boring or clean. It would be like expecting a profitable whore to come off the streets or Lt. Governor Andre...
Well, after all the teeth-gnashing and hand-wringing, Otis Inc. is getting a Mac–a 17″ MacBook Pro, to be specific. As most of you predicted, after diddling with my cousin’s MacBook for a bit, I...
It was, in the jargon of my people, a scoop. I happened on it almost by accident. I had a habit of checking through probation, pardon, and parole records to see who was staying...
Let me be clear from the outset: I believe the most dangerous sex offenders should be given life sentences. I don’t have to tell you who the most dangerous are. You know. Those folks...
The post below was written a day or two ago and at the same time, I inquired with the tech department for a company for which I do some work about Mac compatibility with...
I was beginning to wish we’d never seen the fish. I wished that the sun had set, dirty faces have been washed, and I was drinking a cold one on the back porch. I...
I’ll be honest. By the time the boy we call Dos came into the world, I’d forgotten a lot about what it took to be the parent of an infant or toddler. I’d forgotten...
I blamed the banana, and I blamed it in a number of four-letter ways that would’ve made my mom wash my mouth out with brands of soap only familiar to Russian intelligence agencies and...
We live in a house that is probably just big enough for two adults, two children, and a 13 pound dog. I sometimes look at it and think of the homestead as Mr. Creosote:...