My legion of subscribers [and by “legion,” I mean, “Potentially fewer than what you might picture when you think of a Roman legion”] understands if you click on “politics” in the tags cloud, you’ll discover a large number of blogs in which I explain I don’t write about politics.Having said that, I voted in the Texas primary…
Jim Cantore excels at injecting himself into weather stories. I’ve developed a complex relationship with hurricanes over my time in Texas, and he and I wound up staying in the same hotel once when I worked in Houston…
During my trip to SuperOregon this month, several associates reminded me I have not followed through on any of my get-rich-quick schemes. Specifically, they yearn to shop at Big Scai’s Beer Frontier…
I was excited to return home from the rodeo last weekend in time to catch the end of the Bengals/Cowboys game. I was less excited to see the Bengals lose…
Each year, I relax a bit in Super Oregon. Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my penchant for returning for the rodeo…
No British ruler had ever visited Texas, not even a Druid, which may help explain why Stonehenge is shrouded in mystery instead of having songs written about it and people arguing about the best way to defend it like the Alamo…
After last week’s expose on charcuterie boards, an associate suggested my description of the goat cheese-wonton-honey trifecta was a bit off. Instead of finding a way to work the term, “insouciance,” into descriptions of foods, he suggested I start using “mouthfeel…