Columbus, You Rascal.

“It’s a holiday today, you know,” the gray-haired gentleman growled over the roar of Monday’s afternoon traffic.  “Is it?” I replied, unaware that the date was anything but an average Monday, the most dreaded day of the week.  He had forgotten too–until he arrived at the Veteran Affairs hospital and found the crew to be lacking.

Cults of Consumption: Sox and Jordans

Before I left Boston, I had one final task: to experience a Red Sox game.  Now, I must admit, I’m not a fan of baseball.  Nor am I a fan of the Red Sox.  I just felt that it would be a crying shame for me to return to my home in Dallas without experiencing the activity of which so many Bostonians proudly partake.