Clock radios are a weird little affection of mine. I bought my current one, a Boston Acoustics Recepter, perhaps six years ago, and I’m still happy with it. I’m sure this is an adult record. (I’m usually a clock-radioizing creep, incapable of a long-term relationship.) I guess my record before this one was when I … Read more
Once upon a time about 1990, a CD called Back Street Symphony, by a British band called Thunder, showed up in the collection of my best friend Charles. “What’s this?” I asked, holding it up. “Oh, man. Check this out.” He reached for it to put it in. Charles has always been a pretty understated … Read more
Lots of games at Palmer Park today. Parking was scarce. Folks were pulling up on the grass and what-not: Tough to find a spot today. Unless, of course, you’re an inconsiderate prick driving a gigantic pickup that might as well have “TINY PECKER” painted down the side, and circumstances have dictated that you simply must … Read more