Selfish in Sedona
This past month, I brought together two old friends for a fly-fishing trip to Sedona, Arizona. That’s more or less what I’ve been doing for about these last twenty-something years: bro visits…
Cross the River to the Jersey Side
We discovered on our Journey of Weird, that Philadelphians don’t like to be asked if they’re from New Jersey. So, just how do you spot a Jersey girl?