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R.I.P. to the Old Downtown Scene?
Not to be maudlin, but lately I’ve been thinking a lot about dying. I’m turning 40 in a week, but that is not causing...
Alligators in the Mist
Sometimes the wear and tear of having a family of four (plus two pets) makes me wish I were single again.
Back in the carefree...
A Little Pain and Fermented Grain
I’m precariously perched atop an unwelcoming bar stool, waiting out steel blue thunderheads, and drinking a jalapeño martini as Tom Waits growls, “I like...
Not Rocking, But Rolling
Back in the good ol' days (read: the Clinton administration), my entourage and I always made time to swing by a joint that's been...
Clean Scene at Taps & Caps
My first sip of beer was a lukewarm Old Style, surreptitiously swiped from my dad during a particularly sunny day at Wrigley Field. I...
The Grotto’s Got it Going On
If you haven’t been to see a show at The Grotto yet, you should do your best to change that situation.
Seriously, The Grotto is...
Terminal Daze
I won’t get into why I missed my flight to Los Angeles on Saturday, but getting put on the standby list for the next...
Eat, Drink, Be Merry, Eat
Being encouraged to drink and then write about it has its perks, don't get me wrong. But after drinking and listening to good music,...
HADCenter in Effect
In last week's Last Call ("About to Blow Up?" Jan. 6, 2010), I mentioned an ephemeral creative force that appears to be inspiring a...
Twilite Bayou
My family lives by a generations-old maxim: “New Orleans is the place to be if you’re having or escaping a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown.”...
