The blast doors crept upward to reveal a wasted landscape of wet ash and ruin. Smoke rose at visibility's nearby limit, barely discernible in the waning half-light of a whispered suggestion of a sun.
Page gawked. "How the hell did this happen?"
"We know exactly how it happened," said Loop, scraping mud from a child's skull with the toe of one boot. "And we know exactly when it started, too."
How Super was Super Tuesday? It depends, I guess, on whether or not you actually, seriously want a racist blowhard with no political experience and all the diplomatic skills of an orangutan high on bath salts with a live WWII landmine strapped to its chest to be the next president. The South seems pretty stoked on the idea, and nobody anywhere else is laughing about it anymore.
Reservation-taking app OpenTable released a list of its most-booked Tampa Bay restaurants, which was topped by Oxford Exchange, Ulele and the Columbia. Not on the list: any of the many excellent Tampa Bay restaurants that don't do business with OpenTable. Just sayin'.
And finally, a couple of interesting stories have emerged in the days following Sunday night's Oscars broadcast: Firstly, it seems that Chris Rock wildly (and possibly purposely?) overinflated the amount of money his daughter's Girl Scouts troop made selling cookies during the show; he said more than $65K, but the real total was closer to, erm, $2,500. Secondly, and more interesting, was Gawker's story about how editorial staff at the LA Times had to wrestle the comp tickets they use every year to cover the event away from the paper's new-ish higher-ups, who would have rather used them themselves for a little celebrity hobnobbing. That could've been embarrassing. Oh, wait. IS. Is embarrassing.
This article appears in Feb 25 – Mar 2, 2016.