493 Years to Track Down Woody Allen

When I was younger, I had an obsession with getting to know celebrities. I thought it would be cool to be friends with somebody famous, and thought the telephone was my ticket in, but when I dialed the operator and asked for Stephen King, she laughed in my face. How rude. It was worth aContinue reading “493 Years to Track Down Woody Allen”


Cauliflower in my In Box

This morning, I opened up one of the cans of SPAM I bought from the museum in Minnesota. It was the Garlic variety, and was – true to its word – quite garlicky (and delicious). Audrey and I enjoyed SPAM ‘n eggs, while Rusty opted for a SPAMburger. We all cleaned our plates. And thisContinue reading “Cauliflower in my In Box”