Back when I was a civilian, and hadn’t done any reporting for the media, I read about other people in the newspaper and thought wow! How did they get to be so special? But now that I’ve worked for The New York Post, Harper’s BAZAAR, and Vanity Fair, I know that a good reporter […]
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In Alabama, we leave a lot of stuff in our cars: hats, cheeseburgers, small children, books, movies, cameras, purses, and even the car keys. And that’s just in the front seat. The car is simply a miniature version of our house, we spend lots of time in it, we clean it, we pamper it, we
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“Uma, Ophra, and Op, Alabama,” can you tell me how these things go together? “Not very well,” is the answer. Your roving South-Alabama-native-but-living-in-Manhattan columnist crashed a few Oscar parties here in New York City. Normally, like most of the billion viewers who watched Monday night’s event on ABC, I view the Oscars alone, dressed
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After living in New York City for neigh on two years now, I am beginning to miss strange things in The Great State of Alabama. Sure, everybody misses grits, sweat tea, houses with columns, and beguiling Southern women when they first leave Dixie. But I’m getting worried about my mental health–I’m finding myself pining away
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Some New Yorkers have the nerve to make fun of the way Alabamians talk. They say it is unintelligible and sounds ignorant. Right. Like “Hey youz guyz, move dat #%@* truck out of my *$&@ way” sounds brilliant. If Einstein had been a New Yorker, the formula would have been “E=M#%@C.” So as an accented
Fuzz and slime are hard to come by in New York. No, I’m not talking about the NYPD. Oh sure, fuzz and slime may seem like a natural resource what with the subway system, indigenous New York lawyers, and the abundance of talk shows that are based here. But I’m talking about vegetables, specifically OKRA.
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Last week I gave a bit of advice about taking a cast-iron skillet with you whenever you go to the country. Let me exend that rule to French restaurants. They don’t have much to eat there that I can tell. Now I’m not bashing French food, mind you. We’ve got some pretty disgusting food in
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Ever since I was a boy, I’ve loved Christmas trees. Problem is, I usually find a way to accidentally obliterate at least one Christmas tree every season. Christmas trees are glorious things: tall and proud proclaiming a special holiday; shiny and glittery during the gloomy darkness of deep winter; green and healthy in a month
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Twas the night before ChristmasAnd lo it had snowedThough less than an inchcovered the road.“Blizzard!” cried some“Nor’easter” hollered more.Even the mayorCouldn’t get bread at the store.The elves and their radarhad re-routed old Santawith frost on the groundCould he land in ‘Bama?My family was sleepingQuite soundly, I sayWhen fatso and companyslap rurnt his sleigh.Out on driveI
