Honestly, I’m not sure how much stranger this whole whiskey thing can get.
This is weirdly satisfying.
Mike – You’ve simply outdone yourself.
Pressed into cool beige
A few weeks ago, former “Dirty Jobs” host Mike Rowe posted the plan for his appearance at the Paramount Theatre on Feb. 20.
I left my hotel room this morning to jump out of a perfectly good airplane, and saw part of a man standing in the hallway.
Mike can always find a friendly welcome in St. Clair, Mich.
What the hell is going on in Pacific Heights? Every day this week, someone has left a random mattress lying around on the sidewalk. It’s like the week after New Years, except the discarded trees have been replaced with discarded mattresses. What does it all mean? At first, I thought the City had organized some sort of Mattress Collection Initiative. This is after all, a fairly sophisticated zip code, wracked with a famously guilty conscience. So it’s not beyond the realm of reason to suppose that City officials might have green-lit some grand recycling project specifically designed to alleviate the Read More
A few months ago, a nice lady called and asked me if I’d like to be on the cover of Guideposts magazine. “Sure,” I said. “I love football.”
To prove my fondness for felines, I’ve agreed to narrate a show called “Man, Cheetah, Wild.”
Here’s a cat called Waldorf. Waldorf is watching an episode of Planet Earth, which I narrated once upon a time.
When Mike Rowe the policeman appears in my email inbox it reminds me that a more responsible version of myself is out there.
Many of you say you hear my voice when you read things I’ve written. What do I hear when I read YOUR posts? This.
Writing about my own experience at the Emmys is difficult. But nonetheless, here I go.
It appears I’m on the cover of a magazine called Challenge, available now in a truck stop near you.