The JetBlue terminal at Logan Airport Kind of cry it’s good for: Subtly Quaking Shoulders. You are hung over and maudlin. Sit heavily in the gate area of the delayed plane from which you just debarked and cry for having wrecked it all on the very last night of the trip. Try it! People will […]
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The Thing About (My) Drinking
Sometimes it seems like alcohol has always been a part of my life, though really, I didn’t have my first drink until age nine. It was whiskey. Rotgut. Straight out of the bottle. And it was my mother’s idea. In the summers, to make money to buy school clothes or anything else our parents couldn’t […]