My Dog is Chelsea

One of the debacles you must face when you move across country in a car the size of a thumbtack is buying a bed when you arrive. Obviously, since your car is actually smaller than the smallest U-Haul trailer, and they won’t rent one to you anyway because your soft-top roof is an insurance liability, [...]

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I set out over a week ago on an across-the-county journey, and I finally arrived in Santa Fe a few days ago. My brother came along for the ride, and with Chelsea in the back seat tucked between a few boxes of my stuff, we headed out in my two-wheel-drive, two-door, five-speed, soft-top, piece-of-shit Geo [...]

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(One of the) fabulous things about New York City is that chain restaurants don’t really survive. Sure, there’s an Olive Garden in Times Square (but only the tourists frequent it) and I can think of a few Tad’s Broiled Steaks (which smell as bad as they sound). Of course, we have our share of fast [...]

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