Author: Rob

Charlie Trotter, R.I.P.

Owner and head chef of his well-regarded eponymous restaurant in Chicago, charlietrotterCharlie died yesterday at the age of 54. The cause is as yet unknown, but this is just another reminder that we are never guaranteed a tomorrow.

I never got to eat at Charlie Trotter’s before it closed—couldn’t afford it. Besides, I always thought he was a bit of a snob which is completely unfair of me. I regret that now.

Charlie was great at what he did, and more than that, he helped others to achieve success as well.

Bon voyage!

 

Oh Dear!

Paul-bunyan-at-msuMy, my, there is a frightening noise blowing in on the east wind!

Sounds of torches being lit and pitchforks being sharpened, accompanied by much weeping and gnashing of teeth…

Let’s all remember that these are 18-21 year old kids. It’s not the end of the world.

Paul is back home where he belongs, so get a grip, take a breath, and beat the snot out of those Huskers on Saturday!

We’re counting on ya little brother.

 

University of…uh…

Oh, what’s their name again? Umm…

You know, it’s in that quaint little town to the southeast of East Lansing…lots of good restaurants I’m told.

You may have seen their sports teams on TV from time to time. Or if not, you may have seen someone in the checkout line at Walmart wearing a t-shirt with their logo.

Ah well, it’ll come to me eventually.

Anyway, the people who actually did graduate from this school are proud of their Alma Mater and frequently seek out opportunities to tell you so.

Oh yeah, they have a band too!

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Happy All Hallows Eve!

catbat-230x300No, not this.

Not the Americanized festival of costume parties and children dressed as monsters mooching candy door-to-door.

I mean the day before All Saints Day!

Now, I’m not against a little harmless fun, I just wanted to remind us all of the more edifying aspects of this day in the calendar.

As usual, we humans have lost touch with those things that are meant to build up our souls, the things that make us think. Instead, we prefer a brief moment of blissful forgetfulness that life is hard.

Damn the future! Pass the cider!

So what’s up with the Feast of All Saints?

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