The Weekly Meat

Baseball games that matter After an interminably long season, finally, we are reminded what makes this sport great; what makes Ken Burns, and Bob Costas, and — admit it, you — weepy. Th...

Decidedly vegetarian excuse, I know. More Meat to come, shortly.

I've written before about how we in the U.S. are overly concerned with being number one...

My tastes in booze are fairly well established. I like wine, I like beer, I like liquor. But only certain varieties of each, and I like my drinks to compliment both whatever food I'm having, as well as the weather...

If you set out to write lyrics to start off a punk record, you could scarcely do better than Patti Smith on Horses: "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine..." Her snarl is nuanced and a bit understated, but there is no mistaking that she is not a chick to be trifled with...

P.S. This, despite this.

Call it a mid-life crisis, but recently I decided to take up running seriously for the first time in my life. I've run before, on and off, but never more than once or twice a week. Still, I like it when I do it, and I've toyed with the idea of someday actually training for something...

As we said goodbye I lost a button. I’d been fiddling with it, a loose tooth. It just came off in my hand. I can’t be sure it was completely accidental. But once in my fingers I decided you should have it. I pressed it to your palm and you held it, smiled, put it in your shirt pocket. “B...

One-hit wonders and folks who put out only one great album are a dime a dozen. Tougher to list are outstanding bands who made only outstanding music, but for whom things too quickly fell apart. Sure, these discussions tend to bring up Clapton's short-lived band Cream...