Broccoli and peppers and My Dad’s Cell Phone When my Dad found his dream spot on top of a mountain in the Catskills in upstate New York, there was nothing there but an empty cinder block garage with a dirt floor and an...
Read MoreMy cousin told me I needed a colonoscopy. This wasn’t just a casual conversation at a bar, or a football game, or in front of the family at Sunday dinner. My cousin was also my doctor. Before that, his Dad–my uncle...
Read MoreA-rabs. The “A” is long, like “A”–Rod. Except A-rabs are a lot more like-able. In Baltimore, they used to have street A-rabs. These guys had brightly colored wagons, pulled by small horses, that were decorated with...
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“Everything I am I owe to pasta.” You know who said that? Sophia Loren. I’ve had a...
Read MorePasta Carbonara with Normy and Sam at Odessa It was by far the biggest paying gig ever offered to the Slim Men. Not only that, but the promoter was going to put us up in a nice hotel, and buy us all dinner and drinks at the club...
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