Start the Day Right

By brian March 30, 2008Breakfast, Columns, Food

The culinary world suffered a big loss the other day. Herb Peterson, the man who invented the Egg McMuffin, died.

In 1972, Peterson changed life as we know it by deciding that you could have a sandwich for breakfast. The greatest ideas seem so simple.

I didn’t plan on writing a tribute to Herb Peterson when I started out this week’s column. In fact, when I started writing, I had no idea who the man was.

All I knew was that I love breakfast, and I wanted to share that news with the world. Then Herb Peterson died and made me think even deeper about the morning meal.

Who’s Winning the Pool

By brian March 27, 2008Basketball, Gambling, March Madness

For the second year in a row, I am running the NCAA basketball pool at work. The person who had run it in previous years couldn't swing it last year,…

Everybody Love Everybody

By brian March 24, 2008Movies

With some free time and no child to worry about on a Thursday evening, the movie theater beckoned. The stupidity of "Semi-Pro" delivered. Once again, my wife and I proved…

ITEOTWAWKI: My World Is Shattered

By brian March 21, 2008ITEOTWAWKI, Music, REM

I really don't know what to say.

It Just Doesn’t Matter

By brian March 21, 2008March Madness, Movies

I went looking for something good to watch this morning before the second day of the basketball tournament started. I scored big time as "Meatballs" was one on of the…

Stick to What You Know

By brian March 18, 2008America, Columns, Food, Things I Hate

Daylight Savings Time started on a very bad weekend for us. We had an morning commitment on Sunday, which meant we had to get up earlier than usual the day after we lost an hour of sleep.

To try and help everyone get through the day, I suggested a trip for coffee and donuts after church.

As we sat at Dunkin’ Donuts enjoying our breakfast, I heard something very strange as someone else placed their order.

They ordered pizza. Or a flatbread sandwich. I don’t know which, but I had seen signs advertising both in the store. That had totally flummoxed me.

What is the world coming to when you go to a donut shop for pizza?

I went to work one day a few weeks ago in a Maria-approved outfit. I don’t always have my wife sign off on what I wear, but this particular shirt and tie combination worried me the first time I wore it, so I got her OK.

I had worn the same thing a bunch of other times without incident, but I happened to see some female co-workers at lunch. Let’s just say they found my attire less than acceptable.

“What are you wearing? Did your wife see you before you left the house?”