Egg-Fryin’ Heat

Magic, I find, happens where you least expect it. That’s the oldest magician’s trick, isn’t it? A little misdirection to divert the audience’s attention. “Look here! Look here!” the magician cries, because the sleight of hand is happening the other way, and where misdirection and craft meet – VOILA! – magic. Travel can be like…

Just before going to sleep last night, at about one a.m. Central Time, it occurred to me it was my last full day in the U.S. for at least seven and a half months. That means no Whole Foods with seed bread, or car that waits in the driveway for whenever I decide to use it,…

I earned an enemy in Spain. I’m not sure how. It was our first full day in the country, and we spent it in Barcelona. On the return trip on the train, things were going swimmingly. We were in an end row, back to the door corridor, and there was a woman sitting in front of…

Remember that time I went to Italy and it took me five months to write about it? The funny part is I saved Italy for last because, though I know it’s cliche, Italy was, in fact, the place that grabbed me most. Sixteen-euro, thimble-sized Hemingway Bellinis, authentic food at establishments that may or may not…

– or – Using Periods to Differentiate Our Nation’s Capital from Skaterwear Generally speaking, I like to write Washington, DC just like that. Those periods always seem so stuffy and technically incorrect, since you don’t abbreviate Ohio O.H. or California C.A. I also prefer the comma over Washington DC, but, then, I’m a bit of…