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The Keys That Broke the Cat's Back

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My wife went home from the beach yesterday to set up her classroom and harvest produce from her garden, and she didn't arrive back to ou...
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An Ode to the Sinkerball

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Tommy John is dead-- but not gone;  his eponymous surgery carries on.

A Man Can Dream

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My wife and I took a bike ride to the Asbury Sunday Market this morning, and I bought a loaf of sourdough bread and some wild mushrooms, and...
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Rolling Rolling Rolling, Keep That Wagon Rolling

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My contraption with the lovely and poetic moniker: "Bike Trailer Hitch for Wagon Camping Rolling Cart Collapsible Wagon with 360° Swive...
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Sometimes You've Got to Use Force When You're a Man

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This morning, my wife wanted to bike down to the ocean for beach yoga, but her bike lock was jammed (I was also planning on attending beach ...
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Dave is a Fucking Genius

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I think by this time, we all know that you put the beer in the cooler first, then the ice—but I just developed a similar move that I've ...
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Everybody Likes a Compliment (especially Dave)

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As is our usual habit, my wife and I were doing the NYT puzzle Connections yestermorning, and I whizzed right through without making an erro...

Sad News and Nostalgia

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Some sad news was passed along to me recently: Tim Raba passed away; I haven't seen Tim in many, many years, but he was a phenomenal Nor...

It's Hot, Widespread Panic HOT

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This morning I took our dog Lola to the Asbury Park dog beach, and a good time was had by all—quadrupeds and hominids alike—but it was fucki...

Dave Visits Two Beaches, Bitches

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Over the past two days, I was lucky enough to experience the splendid enchanted isolation of what is basically a private beach on the Outer ...

OBFT XXXIII . . . Hauling It Back to Jersey

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  OBFT XXXIII is in the books (for me at least) as I left at 4 AM this morning, and now I'm packing my bags . . . to go to the beach—Bra...

One Way to Do It

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My friend Ethan's watermelon slicing method combines elegance and stability. 

Typical Beach Report

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A solid Wednesday night get-together to start OBFT XXXIII— Billy, Cliffy, Charlie, Paci, Swaney, Vicki . . . uh . . .Ethan, Jason, (sorry to...

The Mall is a Mess

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Full disclosure: I love shitty hotel gyms—probably because I wake up early and this gives me a destination while my wife sleeps, and there i...

From Jersey to Double DC

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Yesterday my wife and I drove through violent rain to Washington DC— for two hours, it was a white-knuckle drive, and— as usual on the Turnp...
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What Happened at Roy Rogers in 1995, Remained at Roy Rogers in 1995 . . .

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My wife and I are about to leave for Washington, D.C. and after we spend a couple of nights sightseeing, she will take the train home, and I...
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What Are Two Kitchens I Had Never Been In?

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This week, my family tried and enjoyed food from two very different restaurants,  Amma's Kitchen and Birria Kitchen  . . . but they hav...
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Living Under the Shadow of a Big Dumb Cup

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My wife and I went to my buddy Terry's yesterday for some poolside fun, and while the food and the weather and the water and the company...
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Dave (and Shakespeare) Stick the Landing

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Shakespeare's Hamlet  has one of the finest endings of any piece of drama, and I think I did a pretty good job ending my podcast ABOUT t...

Finished!

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I am in a celebratory mood because I finished recording the audio for my final  Pig on the Wall   Hamlet podcast episode-- and in the nick o...
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