MILES TO GO: THANKS, JIMMY, FOR SHOWING ME WHERE I BELONG
I knew he was born on Christmas Day 1946. I knew his wife’s name, his kids’ names and the background stories to many songs.
I'd...
MILES TO GO: I’M GIVING IT A SHOT
Let’s talk about the thing that everyone — and no one — is talking about. The skinny shots.
That’s my oh-so-technical term for the semaglutide...
MILES TO GO: LOADS OF LOVE MAKES LIFE — AND LAUNDRY — EASIER
Clean laundry shouldn’t be considered a luxury. But in homes without a washer and dryer — and there are plenty in Key West —...
MILES TO GO: WHAT’S WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
What is wrong with people?
Never mind, don’t answer that. Don’t even try, because I’ve given up.
Instead, I’ll just complain about people, specifically about the...
MILES TO GO: DON’T BE A JERK; IT’S TOO HOT
OK, Key West. We’ve got to stick together.
It’s summertime in the Southernmost City and we’ve already had several days’ worth of heat advisories and...
MILES TO GO: I HEARD YA, DAD (I ROLLED MY EYES, BUT I HEARD)
Parents never think their kids are listening to them. They’re convinced our whole lives that their words fall on deaf ears. And admittedly, sometimes...
MILES TO GO: I WANT MY 30s BACK
Encyclopedia Britannica defines middle age as the period between the ages of 40 and 60.
Just kidding, I won’t start a column as if writing...
MILES TO GO: GREED VS. GRATUITY
My thanks to every restaurant that tells customers when a gratuity has been added to their bill. And no, that fine print at the...
MILES TO GO: THIS ONE’S FOR MOM (NOT DAD)
My mom worries. Always has and always will.
She’s worried at least for as long as I've been old enough to notice. Admittedly, I noticed...
MILES TO GO: AN IDENTITY CRISIS
We had a bit of a crisis on South Street last week. An identity crisis. For a cat. Seriously.
Our sweet (if occasionally ornery) 6-month-old...
