Under the warm food and merrymaking, Thanksgiving has a seedy underbelly of wine, women, and sin. Black Wednesday is the name most commonly associated with this phenomenon. Mix together equal parts — college kids on break, blue collar paid leave, and the across-the-aisle disdain for parade announcers, and you get a volatile concoction of hard times, tryptophan, and sin.

Fire up your oven, tie on your aprons, and pour yourself a cocktail as we blearily forget another Black Wednesday.

Heroes Aren’t Hard to Find is easily one of the nicest comic shops I have been too. Bright, airy, and everyone is exceedingly nice — a far cry for a jaded New Yorker. Aside from congeniality it is one of the few comic shops that has a Creative Director in its employ, Rico Renzi. Read the full post →

Its amazing how the weather takes you back. The stinging air and crunch of fallen leaves always takes me back to Halloween of my youth — particularly my awkward teenage years. Riding in the back of a friends pick-up truck screaming down country lanes. Me and my ne’er-do-well friends seeing who can outbrave and outscare one another as we make another pilgrimage to Barnabas Collins’ grave (a Barnabas Collins maybe or maybe not THE Barnabas Collins – read about it here).

Warm up some cider, turn up the hi•fi, put out the treats and scare up some tricks. Happy halloween everyone.