Well who doesn't love freedom? I know I do, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what the hell it is despite constant attempts by some very serious folks to define it for me.
The "World Clay Cups" games will draw massive crowds to Pioneer Park, and kiln rivalries will heat up with surprisingly intense emotions this week.
I would happily pay a delivery charge-hell, Iâ€™d even tolerate a long wait time if it meant I didnâ€™t have to put on pants, set down my Manhattan, drag my ass downtown, put out my cigarette, and talk to people. I shouldnâ€™t have to talk to people to eat.