A couple years ago, I wrote about the Lehigh Valley Ale Trail, a now defunct website (my blog post is still very much intact) promoting the robust (I’m currently re-watching Season 1 of Veep, and if you watch, my use of robust will make more sense to you) craft beer scene down in the Lehigh
I wrote a little while back about how I was vaguely apprehensive about going clay shooting for my buddy’s bachelor party. When I wrote that, I didn’t mean it as a political statement in any way. Guns simply make me uneasy. I wasn’t raised with guns, and up until a couple years ago, never shot,
I was listening to the 2000’s Pandora station the other day (sidenote: does it make anyone else feel old that there is a 2000’s Pandora?) which was fun because all these songs I completely forgot existed came on, including Phantom Planet’s “California”, which brought me back to junior-senior year of high school when coincidentally the
I think “Allentown” is probably my favorite Pennsylvania-centric anthem. And by favorite, I mean I really love the song and am jealous that it’s not about Scranton or NEPA because I want a song about where I grew up and it just fits so well. All the factories closed down in NEPA years ago. The restlessness mentioned
I completed a Tough Mudder yesterday (so I initially wrote this two weekends ago. It needed a bit of editing). I’m writing this from my bed. My limbs are jelly, I feel like I’ve done a day’s worth of situps I have a strange burning sensation in my forearms I’ve never experienced before. However, I feel
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