A hypothetical bar that I would never go to: 2nd Amendment Brewery
I’m not a parent, but if you have kids and don’t at least try to make pancakes like this, you’re not striving.
Not long ago, I admitted that I didn’t know that the J. Peterman catalog was a real thing. Now some hilarious soul has signed me up for their mailing list. I open this thing up and hear John O’Hurley reading to me about baseball shirts:
“Sleeves” is what we called them. They were plain and ordinary, nothing to think twice about. (Or so I thought.) But now I realize they were unduplicatable.
I still have mine, and a few emotions, dating from my days in professional baseball.
When we wore our sleeves, it was always the best time of year. We were beginning to feel up.
I laugh at the imitations today. They have pseudo names like “river shirts,” “punting jerseys,” “Henley pullovers.”
Sleeves are, were, and always will be comfortable and engaging to wear; lightweight; warm, not hot; not itchy; not sticky, not fussy. Sleeves are good looking in the way things are when they aren’t trying to be good-looking.
- The J. Peterman Company Owners Manual No. 114.
I was recently randomly selected (#racialprofiling) to use TSA’s prescreening line at the airport. I was instructed to not take off my jacket, leave my computer in my bag, not worry about anything in my pockets, and keep my shoes on. It was like being transported back to sweet sweet 1999.
Jere’s Imgur Pick-of-the-Day: Hamburger Earmuffs – the best Amazon mistake ever
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas, but please remember the reason for the season.
To everyone that’s not offended if I wish you “Happy Holidays,” happy holidays!
To everyone that’s offended if I wish you “Happy Holidays,” happy holidays.
When in doubt, root for the team that doesn’t put stickers on its helmets.