Author: Ben Raskin
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Yes Virginia, There is a St. Patrick
We set-up camp just west of the fountains at the Gateway Mall. The streets of Rio Grande were filled with parade attendees all dressed in something green or attached with a cardboard shamrock cutout. Families lined the parade route sitting in folding camping chairs, drinking coffee or hot chocolate under overcast skies. I worked Keys…
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Hell Of A Hat
It’s a patch-worked wool cap made in Ireland. It sit low on my head with muted-colors. It looks like a hat my Grandpa Tom wore every time we went out. It’s the kind of a hat that a gentleman would wear about town or an Irish thug would guard his head swinging a shillelagh while…
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Light’s Out
It’s been a busy week. The King’s Speech won the Academy Award, I had a tooth pulled and I almost bartended an entire shift via Braille. I kicked a broncular infection, spent three days in bed and got my girlfriend sick. I got to meet Marc Maron, eat a crab dip and still lost ten…
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Sick And Tired
The difference between a hang-over and being sick is that I’ve never negotiated with God when I was sick. Every flu, measles, chicken pox, broken bone, sprained limb, concussion, sore throat or black eye has been met with stoic strength. I have never begged or bargained with anybody but myself when I have sustained some…
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Fake Beer
“So, do you have real beer?” It’s a rare night that somebody doesn’t ask me this question. My standard response is and will always be: “All of my beer is real.” It’s a really annoying question because it discounts the quality products I’m selling and my ability to pour you the right drink from behind…
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