Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Groceries
Fourth of July, late morning. I’m standing on a long line waiting to be let into the supermarket. Plague year restrictions are in effect. There’s a limit on how many people are allowed into...
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Fourth of July, late morning. I’m standing on a long line waiting to be let into the supermarket. Plague year restrictions are in effect. There’s a limit on how many people are allowed into...
End of summer. Sad news arrives via the internet: a childhood hero—a baseball pitcher—passes away. At first, you feel bewilderment, then sadness, then salutary memory kicks in. You remember that terrific season, more than...
The Edward James was a fancy restaurant in the middle of nowhere, famous for its steaks. The building, by all accounts, was an old farmhouse that had been renovated, expanded, and made chichi. This...
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