Enchanted, mystic lament stirs me from slumber,
Vanishing dreams of sweet success with abrupt reproach.
Growing up, I knew it was fairly inevitable that at some point in my not-too-distant adult future I'd be forced to come face to face...
It was sad to hear this past week of Hunter S. Thompson's suicide at his home in Woody Creek, Colorado...
High End Food Bollocks and the Gluttony of a Turducken
I recently had the opportunity to meet a New York chef of some note, and in chatting I asked...
As a child he dreamt of becoming an astronomer
But only shared with scientists the compulsion to turn his head upward and into the heavens...
