Hm...my family sans me...maybe I'm taking the photo? One of my earliest childhood memories is seeing snow for the very first time. I was four years old, living in Portland, Oregon, and it felt magical. Once my mom managed to wrestle all of us into enough layers to survive the outdoors, we headed outside. Our neighbor, Teddy, joined us as we built a snowman and took turns sledding down our slightly sloped street. My dad with my brothers and some other boys sledding the old sch

Misty, Lorraine (my wife) and Tiffany One of the things on my 50th list was to master five classic cocktails. Not because I envisioned opening a speakeasy in my basement (although, that’s now in the works). I simply wanted to become one of those people who could confidently make a great cocktail for friends without reaching for Google halfway through. Fortunately, our friends Aaron and Tiffany Reddy offered to host this learning journey, and, as it turns out, Aaron has his ow

People tend to have strong feelings about New Orleans. They either love it… or they hate it. I have always been firmly in the love-it camp. The first time I visited, I was eighteen and fresh off a fairly sheltered upbringing. Within approximately six minutes of walking down Bourbon Street, I had seen more breasts, public intoxication, casual drug use, and questionable hygiene choices than I had in my entire life combined. Women leaned out of doorways trying to lure us inside.