AfterPunk

  Well well well. Someone sent me this. I would swear on a stack of bibles I had nothing to do with dreaming up this sign. Though I did include it in a blatantly self-serving product placement in a cheap ploy (un)worthy of Madison Avenue. It’s not like I’m a stranger to advertising. I’ve written my fair share back in the day. In fact, as even wrote multiple tasteful ads for a New England casket company. Not this kind of mirthful grave goods, however. I don’t do advertising at all these days, not because I disapprove, but because I can’t afford Google prices any more than I can trust their business ethics… and so it goes.

  Coming to the end of another college football season with The OSU Buckeyes contending again for the playoffs while many teams are unexpectedly stumbling in the wake of the recent rule-free “GO Fish” approach to player recruiting/hijacking. Why I don’t much care about who gets the big trophy. Nobody knows who’s going to win or lose. Except maybe not me. I didn’t watch the Harvard-Yale game because I don’t care who wins the Wokest Ivy F___ball Championship anymore, and Harvard proceeded to lose, at home, and I don’t care. What do I care about? Millville High School In neighboring Cumberland County. I’ll explain why so you believe it.  I actually lived in Millville for more than a year when I was driving a truck for a lumber yard and eating the best cheese steaks in the known universe, courtesy of Shannon’s sub shop, where the ladies behind the counter were magnificently large and generous with their steaks.  Millville is also a point of personal connection. Its modest air...