Sometimes, on a Friday afternoon, you just have to throw caution
to the wind and drink that 2+ year old can of diet root beer. Moot Beer.
"I won a Tony for The Man of La Mancha and then I started buying land at Exit 21 on the I-195 in Jackson, NJ." If you need a reason to further investigate the weird ads that run in the New Yorker, here's a quality example: Mitch Leigh's Jackson Twenty-One. Thanks Claire. -sd.01.28.13 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.