On the night of January 16, 1958, at the Pershing Lounge in Chicago, Ahmad Jamal sat down to play piano. He was joined, as he had been on many nights previous, by Israel Crosby on bass and Vernell Fournier on drums. The three were artists in residence at the Pershing, and had been playing together for months. Continue reading
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I’m extremely happy to say that my article on Scott Sharp’s ESM Racing team is on news stands now, complete with wonderful photos by Robert Holland. For those of you that don’t live in South Florida but are interested in … Continue reading
I was recently digging through some my columns for Florida Weekly and landed on this one from December of 2010. It amused me; hope it amuses you. And yes, I’m aware that it’s not timely. I dislike most mainstream comics. … Continue reading
This article appeared in a different form in “The Mashup,” my weekly print column for Florida Weekly. In a folder, under my bed, is a 1969 Christmas card from the St. Bernard’s school in New York City. The reason I … Continue reading
$25,000 in prize money was up for grabs in the World Class Corned Beef Eating Championship in Palm Beach Gardens. I went, I saw, I almost reversed. Check out all the gnarly details (and world champ Joey Chestnut). Continue reading
This article originally appeared in “The Mashup,” my weekly newspaper column for Florida Weekly. Battles have been waged by major brands over market share since long before Gutenberg made it convenient to print marketing materials. You can go back thousands … Continue reading
This article originally appeared in “The Mashup,” my weekly newspaper column for Florida Weekly. I think it’s about time David Lanschner gives me my turn with the orange juicer. In my very first entrepreneurial effort, my high school friend and … Continue reading
It was cold on the beach. 5 AM or so, waiting to set nets, fishing with the Havens crew in Amagansett. I was almost 15 and had left the boarding school I attended in ninth grade a bit before the end of the school year.
I moved to my parents’ summer house in East Hampton where Doug Kuntz, an on-again off-again boyfriend of my older sister and in need of a place to live, was installed to keep an eye on me. He was my ticket to fishing with the Havens family, haul seiners for generations. Continue reading
When someone takes the time to pair wines with breakfast cereals, as Gary Vaynerchuk did last year (if you’re wondering what to pair with Cap’n Crunch, it’s the 2007 Von Kesselstatt Spatlese Scharzhofberger Riesling), I think it’s time to admit that the obsession with pairing has gotten a bit out of hand.
Don’t get me wrong: I certainly like food, and I’ve been known to enjoy an occasional glass of wine with a meal, but the obsession some people have with claiming that the notes of fruit from the wind passing over the pear tree in the field adjoining the grape arbors sets of some part of the steak sauce is lost on me. CU349CP3GUUG Continue reading
The topic of moving came up at my house recently. Nothing definite, just a preliminary chat between spouses, but it’s a worrisome thought all the same. Years ago, before I was married, well before I had children, moving was a fairly common occurrence for me.
One year I moved to Washington DC and lasted almost nine months before packing up and moving back to New York. Not much time, I’ll admit, but longer than I had been able to stay in Houston the year before. Of course in my defense, I might have lasted in Texas a bit longer had I not come home from work one day to discover a mysterious set of tire tracks leading to my front door, and approximately one half of the objects that had been in the house that morning missing. Continue reading