Tell Me on a Friday #25: Good Intentions Paving Co.
Hi-ho readers, Here I am, dropping in. Here you are. I always liked this Roz Chast cartoon because it’s morbid, funny, and a riff on “turn on, tune in, drop
Hi-ho readers, Here I am, dropping in. Here you are. I always liked this Roz Chast cartoon because it’s morbid, funny, and a riff on “turn on, tune in, drop
Hi-ho readers, If you have a fun and different anagram for the letters “TMOAF,” please let me know because my commitment to Fridays has become frankly horrendous. I am treating
Hi-ho readers, From the twisted mind of Emily Bergmann comes the 23rd issue of Tell Me on a Friday… on a Saturday afternoon. I HAD outlined it yesterday afternoon but
Hi-ho readers, Apologies for skipping one week. Seeing you in three isn’t so bad, though. Please address complaints to my assistant (me). I admit I skipped it for two reasons.
Hi-ho readers, So, where were we? I guess the better question is – where was I? I was never consistent with writing biweekly, but two weeks became three, then four, and now
Hi-ho readers, The subject line this issue is from a text I sent to Alex when we found out we, both Brooklyn-dwellers, were at Zabar’s within 20 minutes of each
Hi-ho readers, Credit for title to Jehan, who yelled that when encountering the extremely large and choppy waves on the Cape. Sorry for accidentally taking a summer vacation from the
Hi-ho readers, The title is very strange, but I didn’t sleep last night, and it was a phrase I could not get out of my head.¹ Since I last wrote,
Hi-ho readers, I took a little accidental vacation last time I was supposed to write (I went to my mom’s for the weekend), so I’m sorry for the month long
Hi-ho readers, Sorry I am coming to you a little late! I’m not perfect but I am bug-bitten. Today is Juneteenth, which commemorates the day in 1865 on which the Union