It really was my fault, but I blame it on the potato.
Preparations for a Memorial Day get-together with
friends were sailing along. I was embroiled in side-dish duty and dessert
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Every May, there’s a big homecoming in Alaska,
and everyone and his mother in the lower 48 wants an invitation. From now
until the kids go back to school, the cold waters of the Copper
As summer makes its debut, cowboy wannabes across
America are pulling out their grills, great and small, for a season of
smoke, fire, and, alas, the same old underwhelming steaks.
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It was the summer of 1988, and it was stinking hot in
Philadelphia. My pal El and I were brand-spanking-new college graduates and
had no idea what we wanted to be when we grew up. Although w