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I’ve racked up a few frequent flyer miles in my day, been to some faraway lands, some exotic destinations. No jet setting but lots of jet lagging. But you get to a certain point in your life where you know there are some places you just aren’t ever going to get to....
The creepy, dare I say disturbing, denizen of the deep that graces the can is the angler fish, and to be brutally honest, that’s one ugly fish. When you’re that ugly I don’t care how great a personality you have, the only way to be attractive is with a fancy car and a...
Flight delayed, time on my hands, looks like a good excuse to sample another Newfoundland brewski. I’m bidding a fond farewell to the Rock and hoisting a hope to see you again soon toast with a preflight pint. Enter the Fighting Irish. Am I advancing my education at...
Downtown St. John’s, where the Rock really rocks. With all the bars, bistros, pubs, public houses, taverns and trattorias from which to choose, what’s a simple mainlander like myself to do?* I have one word for you. Or is it two words? Ok, it’s two words but together...
Last time I was in St. John’s I walked the Rock for 30 minutes to Bannerman’s on a cold rainy night, passing a number of lively pubs on the way, only to realize that I had missed last call. Talk about cranky. But just like a wasted away Jimmy in Margaritaville,* I...
Experiencing a few of the seven deadly sins* may have you temporarily in seventh heaven,** but eventually it doesn’t matter how many sevens you roll, your luck will run out. Having seven 7’s would definitely qualify you for one of the sins, but I think (hope) I am...
Ever get thinking while you’re drinking? Me too. Some days it seems like it’s all oysters and no pearls. I got thinking that it’s high time I was due for a pearl. But be careful what you wish for. In Steinbeck’s “The Pearl” Kino finds the pearl of his dreams, but it...
After an afternoon playing golf with Mr. Mulligan* during which the heat was not beat, I needed an icy cold brewski to banish the triple bogey blues. I came to a cold and crushable conclusion, a sleek slim silver can of Cool Beer in my cooler, as cold as a walk on the...
It’s the first of September and we know what that means don’t we. It means October is only 30 days away and we know what that means, don’t we. Ommpahpah ear worms, lederhosen rashes, and festbier festering. Yes, Oktoberfest looms large. Our friends at Something in...
Brit: I took a stroll down the promeh-gnawed and there was an add-vert-ess-ment for a herb scon with a choice of eye-thur bah-sil or toe-mat-oh. Yank: I took a stroll down the prome-nayed and there was an adver-ties-ment for a erb skown with a choice of ee-thur...