Dark and stormy

It was a dark and stormy night. At least that was the case at the Jazz Standard where we were holed up waiting out the long hours until our early morning plane would take us safely home to our loved ones who were, I am certain, desperately waiting for our arrival. I know what you’re […]

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Pisco sour

This is Part Six of my week-long celebration of eggs. Today, finally, I mix eggs and alcohol. My personal foreign policy requires me to stay out of other nations’ conflicts, particularly Latin American disputes. So, with that in mind, it is with some nervousness that I write this entry. To make matters worse, I risk […]