As a proud Bostonian, here is my experience during the sad Boston Marathon weekend... Copley Square, Saturday (10 P.M.) Late Saturday evening, I headed to downtown Boston to meet up with friends. My friend Maria had suggested Lolita, which I had been to before and I knew to be great, so I headed... Continue Reading →
Cast, cast, cast your vote, Just follow the mainstream. Stupidly, stupidly, stupidly, stupidly, Impact is but a dream.
So many questions, so many possibilities, so so so many what ifs... What if Hillary, not Obama, had become president? What if Mitt Romney becomes president? What if Petyon Manning hadn't gotten injured? What if David Tyree dropped that pass? What if the South had prevailed? Oh man... What if George Costanza hadn't been bald?... Continue Reading →