T.J. Hooligan’s was unusually packed for a Saturday afternoon. Sister #4 and I had grabbed one of the remaining available tables and cursed our luck for having to sit next to the door. Sitting next…
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Once Around the Weekend
I haven?t spoken to a single human being, beside myself, since 9:30 Friday night. Ok, that?s sort of a lie. I did just speak to Annette at the gas station. I said hi and she…
Life After Death
Last week when Paul Wellstone?s plane crashed in Northern Minnesota, I was safely ensconced at a table in Champps with my friend Todd. The news quickly and swiftly swept through Champps and the stunned silence…
You’re Like a Picture on the Fridge that’s Never Stocked with Food
I?ll call him Slim, because I never caught his name. Slim wore a purple shirt, a black vest and a black cowboy hat. He had a dark mullet and a thin mustache. Rusty, whose name…