While on a trip to Israel and Cyprus with my father this past May, I attempted to see as many of its physical remnants as possible.
Burt Likko thought he’d found an obscure and delightful piece of Americana. Turns out he was only half right.
To the left is a meal I had in Portland, Oregon this weekend. It was not the best meal I had. But it was the gayest. (Read more at NaPP…) Burt Likko is the...