Tag: drinking

jack russell and the old cow

A few autumns ago, my friend and I took a motorcycle-trip-turned-road-trip (because both bikes mysteriously broke down within the first 20 minutes, probably the Motorcycle God’s way of hinting at something) around the western tip of Lake Superior, from Grand Marais, Minnesota to Copper…

and so, the wine flowed

Soooo, you’re either going to think I am a total alcoholic, or vigorously nod your head in agreement, thankful you’re not alone in this potentially alcoholic behavior (trust me, you’re fiiine). I started drinking wine after I bought my house, mainly because it felt more…

to seize, or not to seize

Seize the day. Carpe diem. Grab the bull by the horns. You can sleep when you’re dead. I totally get it. You want every day to be the best day of your life. Maybe the thought you might die tomorrow motivates you for today….

belly up at the airport bar…again

Averaging roughly 30 trips a year over eight years of work, I’ve found myself in a lot of airport bars. And I’m talking about the actual belly-up-to-the-bar-bar, where most lone travelers sit. It’s an interesting place to be. All people there have one thing…

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