Ben Raskin

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  • An Open Letter to the Pizza Cook at Whole Foods

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    Dear Bearded Pizza Cook: I probably have nobody to blame but myself for stepping foot into your Whole Foods supermarket at Sugarhouse today. I was running errands and needed to get a quick bite to eat after buying dog food at Petco and scented candles at Bed, Bath and Beyond. For the record, I have…

  • The Lifeboat

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    Biting doesn’t even begin to describe the weather. It finds it way through your shoes. I was wearing wool sock stuffed into hiking boots. It should have been adequate protection from the elements but it barely made a dent in the bustling wind. Sitting in the first row at Rio Tinto Stadium, covering Murray and…

  • The Orgins of Gin

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    His name was Ross Taggart and he was my college roommate for almost two years. We shared a room above the garage at this crummy house in downtown Reno. Ross was working on a master’s degree and I was finishing my bachelors. He was older than me by three years and congenially molded himself into…

  • The Lowball

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    The perfect cocktail takes only four items. It starts with a glass. I prefer old fashion tumblers. These are the glasses with thick, heavy bases and slender, thin walls. Old fashion glasses are called such because they need heavy bases for muddlers to crush oranges, cherries and sugar cubes. I like how they open up…

  • Root Canal? Rats!

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    There’s nothing quite like a cracked tooth. For 38-years, I have been building a mental roadmap of my teeth’s location and keep a daily record of their state. From molar to bicuspid to canine, I know how my chewing friends are doing and do a reasonable amount of work keeping my winning smile in check.…