Bradley A. Evans 10/30/24 Bradley A. Evans 10/30/24

Alone in Aspen

444 Words. 2 Minute Read.

The St. Moritz is sparse but comfy; the bedrooms have no televisions—just a chest of drawers, communal showers, and coffee in a 1980s lobby.

Bradley A. Evans 10/29/24 Bradley A. Evans 10/29/24

Waking up to Thomas Crown

147 Words. <1 Minute Read.

Bradley A. Evans 10/25/24 Bradley A. Evans 10/25/24

Graydon Carter, Pulp, and Delusion

655 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I proceeded to enjoy two cups of coffee, a bowl of Grape-Nuts, and a tall glass of pulp-free orange juice. It blows my mind that pulp is still an option. The fact that there are people who prefer waxy flakes in their orange juice is beyond all comprehension.

Bradley A. Evans 10/21/24 Bradley A. Evans 10/21/24

Pee-wee Herman & Savile Row

1,672 Words. 6 Minute Read.

Once upon a time, in a drab corporate office, I had a boss who was so stupid you could cram his brain up an ant’s ass, and it would bounce around like a BB in a boxcar. I tried like hell to cater to his many shortcomings—lack of humor topping the list—but Pee-wee’s inability to lead was too tall an order.

Bradley A. Evans 10/17/24 Bradley A. Evans 10/17/24

Navy SEALs & Tweed Jackets

984 Words. 4 Minute Read.

As I grabbed it off the rack, my fingertips realized it was Saxony tweed. At this point, I began praying: Dear Jesus, I know I’m a heathen with more vice than virtue, but I need a jacket! Before I knew it, I was confessing my sins like Chunk in The Goonies.