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Boring floring

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Standing inside the little cottage about 12 years after we first renovated it was strange. It had been, um, disused by its tenant for…

Double barrel

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“Your weekend sounds like my nightmare.” That’s what my friend Casie said once, when I was laying out my plans for a few easy…

Wrath of (Pe)can

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Here are some awesome things that happened in 1964: The Ford Mustang was introduced. The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and The Kinks all released…

Hat trick

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Usually the NHL Winter Classic is a New Year’s Day can’t-miss in our house. That’s right, we’re two Southerners who love us some ice…

Still the one

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In one of the opening scenes of a documentary on moonshiner Popcorn Sutton, the scrawny old fella in overalls is scoping out creeks to…

Happy (wild) turkey day

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My buddy Jeff talks about how he used to host an “orphans” Thanksgiving dinner for all his coworkers who couldn’t make it to their…

Xero, my hero

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“If stones could dream, they’d dream of being laid  side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they’re unable to know” —Okkervil River In my…

Cast away

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One of the most pain-in-the-ass challenging things about being a foodie in a small house is finding enough space in the kitchen. So not only…

Stumped! (Part 2)

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I’d been wrestling a tangle of trees from the ground like a beggar wrestles a hamburger. It was me versus half a dozen of…