Thanksgiving: a time to stop and reflect on all we have been blessed with. To give thanks for family, friends, and country. But if you’re like a liberal, secular-socialist, god-hating elitist, you probably can’t wait until next Thursday so you can take the wind out of Uncle Bob and Aunt Judy’s sails by pissing all over the Thanksgiving narrative.
Contrary to popular belief, Teddy neither spoke softly nor carried a stick — big or otherwise.
By JIM SABATASO | STAFF Editor’s note: This part of an ongoing series exploring the history of various cocktails the author likes to make for happy hour. Enjoy responsibly. Few drinks have the classic cocktail cachet of the Manhattan. By most accounts, it was the first — of the modern era — and, while others have gone…
By JIM SABATASO | WRITER [A version of this story appeared in the May 14, 2014, edition of the Rutland Reader] Rutland, Vermont! — A sleepy town with a proud history. Once home to the trains of industry and deep quarries of fortune, it’s hills and valleys are still a paradise for adventure seekers and…
By JIM SABATASO | STAFF Editor’s note: This part of a series exploring the history of various cocktails the author likes to make for happy hour. Enjoy responsibly. For today’s lesson, we’ll be exploring the storied past of the Martini, a cocktail HL Mencken once called the “the only American invention as perfect as the sonnet.” I couldn’t…
The Plaid Crew 