I’m in Nocona, Texas—a town I’d never heard of before a few weeks ago. The man I’m visiting suggested I hit up the “new coffee shop in town.” Which is how I wound up here, sitting at a table inside 217 Coffee. I have to say—these are my favorite types
As I type this I’m sitting inside a tiny cafe in Fort Stockton, Texas. The name of the place is Glitzy’s Brew Coffee Shop. It’s the best (and only) java joint in town, and it’s as quaint as can be: T-shirts for sale, country music playing from a nearby speaker,
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve finally undergone a jeffpearlman.com revamping. Why? Multiple reasons. First, because it was time. Second, because a few years ago I made the awful mistake of hiring a designer who butchered everything and killed my dreams. Third, because I have a book coming out later
So I’ve recently had a bunch of people from my old dwelling of Putnam County, N.Y. urge me to return to the topic of Tatiana Ibrahim, the bonkers Carmel resident leading the charge against Critical Race Theory, and liberals, and books, and Chips re-runs, and any educational element that she
My daughter left for her freshman year of college today. We drove her to campus, helped set up her stuff, grabbed lunch. Then pretty much left. And I was fine. Really, I was fine. But now, sitting here at 9:10 on a Saturday night, I’m broken. Casey is our first
If I had the time, and the energy, and the non-financial needs, I’d love, love, love to write a 5,000-word piece on the political radicalization of Mark Mulder, former (enjoyable, agreeable, friendly) Oakland A’s pitcher-turned-hard-right zealot. In case you don’t follow Mark on Twitter, well, I wouldn’t start now (unless
In case you missed the news, Greg Abbott, the Texas governor and all-around twat of a human slug whore, tested positive for Covid today … … less than 24 hours after the above photograph was taken. Yup, that’s Abbott, sans mask, waving to a bunch of Texas seniors—also sans masks.
In case you missed this, last night a school board meeting in Franklin, Tenn. went bonkers/crazy/off the rails when a bunch of anti-mask parents continued the right’s “I Am Legend”-esque zombie movement. Here’s a clip … And … yeah. i wish I had something profound to say—but I really don’t.
Dear Houston Astros: As you know, J.R. Richard died yesterday. You damn well better not retire his No. 50. Not now. Not after all these years. Not after you failed and failed and failed and failed. Not after you brushed the matter aside, stammered and stuttered, but never did a
I’m a few days behind on this one, but only because I needed to process the jarring audacity of Elise Stefanik, Republican congresswoman from New York/GOP conference chair, deciding the best play for her party would be to blame (wait for it) Nancy Pelosi for the Jan. 6 Capitol siege.
