CharcBites

I saw Tony, the movie about Anthony Bourdain’s early years, a few weeks ago. It really captured the era so well I could almost taste the oysters and smell the salty air of Cape Cod. But it was more than that - it was the banter and the brawling - the clanking of the restaurant plates as they hit the counter of the kitchen window, the exhilaration and disappointment of chasing the promise of something better - a free fall into self-discovery with no guarantee of a job or a gir

At least three times a day I hear someone say they are purposefully averting the news and worldly conversations. It’s too bad because they can afford them. I am in a community where many now self-describe as living in a bubble - an “I got mine” mindset. I was drawn to the magic of this town and its beauty where seemingly nothing bad happens and every day smells like bacon. A kind of magical existence where nature blooms on cue. Things here are how life is supposed to be, for

Lapel Pins and Pocket Squares with an inscribed 1st Amendment were worn by some journalists at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner one month ago today. It was not exactly a “speaking truth to power” moment - more like a Miss Manners whisper to a raging WWE - a mismatch between Pinky’s Up and Pummeling Paul with a captivated audience engaged in the suspension of disbelief. I am certain this was not what seasoned journalists Dan Rather and Sam Donaldson had in mind when they