Author: Ben Raskin
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la Ville Lumière
The smoke is already drifting through my baguette-stained hands. Tilting my beret back even further, I’ll look across the Pont Alexander bridge and casually wave at the Norte Dame or some other super-old church and sigh. It’ll be the sigh of the seasoned-traveler who’s been-there, done-that. See one millennial old building, you’ve seen them all.…
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For Las Vegas, Gun Control Now
The worst country western show I have ever seen was Jason Aldean. It was at the USANA Amphitheater a couple of summers ago. The weather was hot and muggy, the sound was too loud, and Aldean was easily 20-pounds heavier than me. I know what I look like—about 260-gallons of wet laundry squeezed into a…
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People Love Football More Than Trump
3.4 million Puerto Ricans are fighting for survival and this dotard is tweeting about kneeling at a professional football game. Talk about taking your eyes off the prize. Americans love sports—football, basketball, baseball, hell, even professional soccer—and Trump might have fired the first shot across the bow of a battleship he can’t sink. LeBron James…
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End on a High Note
It’s stunning the amount of celebrities who passed away in 2016. Losing Muhammad Ali was horrible but the end of two decades of Parkinson’s disease for the Champ made it easier. Not a huge fan of Prince but his guitar solo in “Let’s Go Crazy” and “While my Guitar Gently Weeps” reminds me that on…
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These Are Serious Times
The idea of drinking a glass of Martinelli’s sparkling apple cider over Thanksgiving is absurd. Holiday meals and celebrations demand more fortified drinks: bourbon, red wine, gin, canned beer, grass whisky, Jameson or some other fermented or distilled beverage. Except vodka. These are serious times and we need serious drinkers. Vodka is reserved with children.…
Ben Raskin 