And so it was that I found myself at Meijer on July 3rd, with every other last-minute American that lives near Kalamazoo, trying to get the essentials for the long weekend. Only I didn’t have to be there that day, I could have been there at any time, but my procrastination and re...
One day, one of the women on my tennis team told me about Luciano’s, a small yet elegant Italian restaurant near my house. I was anxious to go. Blake and I walked up to the door and it looked beautiful. I opened the door and saw the dreaded white tablecloths. Don’t get me wro...