Leftovers

I’m not a huge fan of leftovers. I think it comes down to the fact that, with three older brothers, we simply didn’t have them very often. Anything not eaten wasn’t eaten for a reason, usually the “yuck” factor. I recall having leftover spaghetti, but my mom would cut up hotdogs, mix them in and [...]

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Thank You, Richard Nixon.

Yeah, I know.  It’s a provocative title.  I would like to remind some of  you I have a degree in advertising, so I might as well flex the word-power every once in a while and employ a bit of shock inducing hyperbole.   But, by the time I end this little post, I hope you [...]

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