R.I.P. Barry Sears, a friend since kindergarten who changed my life over lunch
(There is a story behind the featured photograph, and it comes at the end, so please read or scroll.)
My lifelong friend Barry Sears died...
Diary: The story of the Sladek (brewer/maltster) stone at Fairview Cemetery
We bought our house in downtown New Albany in 2003, and by the following spring casual neighborhood walks had become a regular weekend feature...
On the murder of Charlie Kirk
I’ve largely refrained from commenting on The Assassination of Charlie Kirk By The Coward Robert Ford (wait, this should be Tyler Robinson). I oppose...
Diary: “Me? I just want to walk the parade route tomorrow” (Oct. 2, 2015)
Ten years ago, I was in the process of running for mayor of New Albany as an independent. I lost, but let’s never forget...
Harvest Culture on the Skids: All of Tony’s NABC Fringe Fest posters in one...
Charles Dickens anticipated the record of my working career as it pertains to the late NABC Bank Street Brewhouse (415 Bank Street in New...
Top Ten things I reject that other people revere
One must keep his mind active, so I began jotting down a few of these “you like, I dislike” items.
When it reached 500, it...
Still failing to reincarnate Keith Moon
47 years ago this month, I was 18 years old, dipping a disinterested toe into college, and utterly devastated that Keith Moon, drummer for...
Pints&union dissolves amid self-delusional whimpering
A decapitated doll’s head says much about the demise of Pints&union, so I’ll keep it brief.
My best old ex-friend Joe, who apparently has made...
Euro Pilgrimage ’85, Ch. 16: Lessons learned, corners turned, bridges burned (finis)
Throughout this series, I’ve offered songs that I associate with the time of my first trip to Europe, and yes, I know quite well...
Euro Pilgrimage ’85, Ch. 15: Soviet times in Leningrad and the long trek back...
There was little if any Western pop music to be heard publicly in Leningrad in 1985. But this song was overheard playing on the...