A Renter’s Life
Home ownership is sold as the American Dream. I'm calling bullshit on that.
Home ownership is sold as the American Dream. I'm calling bullshit on that.
My dress sock needs are pretty simple, and Goldtoe meets them beautifully.
When a company you like makes a product you love, and then changes the product, it's a boner killer.
I’ve struggled for a long time about how to gracefully incorporate my move to Cleveland into this blog, which is about the pursuit of sartorial stealth and effective living for the self-made thousandaire. (I have to write that now and then to remind myself.) A year and a half in, and I’m still adjusting. When old friends ask me “How’s Cleveland?” I think I have a different answer every time.
Cleveland is a lot of things, good and bad. But I’ll start with the one trait about the Forest City that pops up more than anything: Cleveland is cheap.
Of all the news sources, the one I turn to most is the one that's totally free. And I'm happy to support it.
After much delay, the second half of the interview with my friend and co-conspirator Amy Eddings is here.
Recognition for the world's most recognizable men who didn't scream for even more attention on the night when they get more attention than ever (with one glorious exception).
With the exception of chauffeurs, Secret Service agents, security guards, pallbearers, or gangsters in a Tarantino film, men should generally avoid black suits.
The simple tie knot with an effortless, devil-may-care flair.