From a ragtag band of street musicians to an internationally touring act, my old friends from the band Tuba Skinny have used the technology today to open their audience to the music yesterday. (photo: Sarah Danziger)
North America
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A cross country odyssey with my old friend Dan Harris, taking in all that’s weird and wonderful about the American road.
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A new piece on The Stories series at Medium about being far from New Orleans on Mardi Gras Day.
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It’s Christmastime, and I’m back in my old Chicago home.
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Nearly a century of family history goes into this Sarasota classic, evocative of another era in a rapidly changing state.
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In a country renowned for its cuisine, Oaxaca stands tall. It’s the place that gave us the drink of the gods (mezcal), the food of the gods (chocolate), and the sauce of the gods (molé).
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He lived a quiet life here, and would probably be a more obscure figure today if Stalin had simply left him alone. Then again, Stalin didn’t leave anyone alone.
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You can find something to eat everywhere in Mexico City. And if you can’t find it, give it a minute and it’ll find you.
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Oaxaca, in my first experience, felt like a city that was usually quiet. The old aqueduct, the beautiful colonial church, the brightly painted buildings on cobbled streets. The town seems right out of a Yankee tourist brochure. In July, with the state’s biggest festival just starting to swing, it had everything except the Yankees.
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I didn’t have a hangover, but I wasn’t going to miss this classic redeemer of those who regret the night before.