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End of an Era The worst part of life is death. Profound, right? Maybe some Greek philosopher chiseled that into stone or I heard Tupac rap about it, but it's true. Typically, though, it's the death of a loved one, or worse, in my case—a cat. But every once in a while, something else comes to an end, and the loss hits you harder than you ever imagined it would. Not because of what it was, but because of what it represented. A point in time. A reminder of a younger version of y

If you’ve been following me on my socials , you recoginize I have some Jersey pride. I’m not saying I pee Bruce Springsteen or poop Bon Jovi but I am definitely proud of my oft-maligned state. Especially the food, second to none in my humble Jersey arrogance. Our pizza is kinda legendary and I already wrote about our unique regional delicacies like The Texas Weiner, Sloppy Joe and Taylor Ham , the latter twice actually .(can't stop, won't stop) I’ve lived in both South

You want it. You really want it. You need it so fucking bad don't you. Alright, you got it. Couldn't wait to get home, so I ate it in my...

I’ve heard rumors of a time capsule hidden somewhere near the Nutley, Belleville and Newark border. Apparently a souped up, cherry red...

If you were to take a nationwide poll asking “What is a Sloppy Joe?”, I’m pretty confident that 99.95% of the responses would say...