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Woody’s Library Restaurant

I was very excited to eat dinner at The Library. It’s located in Carmel, Indiana, an upper-income suburb of Indianapolis, quite probably the whitest city in America though not to be confused with Boston, which only wishes it were the whitest. (I stole that line from a satiric novella about our times called Now Playing ...

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Cigar Story #1: Coincidence in San Diego

Like most tales of coincidence, this one will seem nearly impossible to believe. But if you believe in coincidence . . . On my travels I almost always seek out local cigar shops for a couple of reasons. First, I love smoking a good cigar, and doing so has the ability to cast aside the world’s ...

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Hildene: A Lincoln Summer Home

I’ve spent enough of this lifetime hearing about the limelight woes of children of celebrities. I’m not saying there aren’t certain hassles of being in the spotlight, but those are far preferable to the actual pressures of, say, not getting enough food this week because your single mom makes minimum wage or not keeping your ...

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Holtman’s Doughnuts

Perhaps one of these days I will research how doughnuts came to be, but I feel like all that knowledge might sully things between me and doughnuts, might kill the magic, like in the Emily Dickinson poem about a guy (and it had to be a guy because only a guy would do something this ...

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A Folsom Prison Muse

When I was a kid, my hometown held its annual fair in late August, the week before school began. It was pretty much what you’d expect of a small town, Midwestern fair—Ferris Wheel, Tilt-a-Whirl, games to win stuffed animals and plenty of contests related to farm life—livestock and flower and baked-goods competitions. It was the ...

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