My Dog is Chelsea

There are a lot of Ray’s Pizza places in New York. So many that searching “Ray’s Pizza” in the Yellow Pages returns 38 hits in Manhattan alone. There are three locations in the immediate neighborhood surrounding my mother’s apartment, which is almost as high as the Starbucks quotient for the area. But unlike Starbucks, where [...]

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The other day I had a cup of tea, and the stub of the tea bag said the following: “TO EACH HIS OWN®.” WTF? Since when can you copyright a proverb? Not to call the kettle black® or anything, but I think I’ll kill two birds with one stone® and blog about it. I’ve been [...]

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Taboo-what? It may be hard to imagine, but sometimes working at the deli counter in a grocery store can get a little boring. This is why I have to resort to things like putting signs on the free samples that say “Tabbouleh or not tabbouleh—that is the question.” I was rather disappointed to discover that [...]

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I live in Oregon now. I have left New York City and its politics behind, and therefore I need to register to vote in the State of Oregon. This got me to thinking that I also need to change my driver’s (drivers?) license, which brings us to the title of this post. I went to [...]

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Even when it rains, he makes me smile.

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