The Not Fake News has been operating under the Buy Me A Coffee model for the past year, and all things considered it’s worked out fairly well for us. More than thirteen hundred dollars have come in, and, while expenses are still higher than income (thanks to the New Hampshire primaries), we’re getting closer to break-even.(more…)
The whirlwind tour is taking a quick break this morning. Tech Guy Griff is sacked out in the other room, sleeping the sleep of the just. Just plain tuckered out, that is. Some people can’t keep up with the pace…
That’s really unfair, and if you knew me well you’d be laughing. I’m useless without about eight and a half hours of sleep. No clue why I’m awake right now; I shouldn’t be. Long day ahead, even though we’re skipping (more…)
More updates from the road, as your Not Fake News action correspondent continues his travels. For research purposes only, of course.
One of the things I love most about traveling by train is the completely different attitude by passengers. I’ve seen fights break out over who gets which taxi, whether people have the right to lay their seats back on a plane, or who let out that legendarily nasty (more…)
(or, Why I Haven’t Written Much Lately)
Most of my posts here are about current events. When an important new law gets signed, I’m all over it; when there’s a big mystery or scandal, I’m right here with my opinion. Normally, when there’s a pause in the news for whatever reason, I’ll chime in with a suggestion on policy.
Trouble is, right now, nothing’s happening, and what is happening is just more of (more…)
I should begin thus: This is not a restaurant.
One of the problems with taking road trips is the hit-and-miss nature of roadside lodgings. Some are inexpensive and quite pleasant, but the majority cost too much, haven’t been renovated in a generation, serve battery acid thinly disguised as coffee (more…)
It’s an unlikely place for wonderful coffee — a tiny repurposed Florida house, beige and unassuming. And yet… wow.
Pre-Starbucks, there wasn’t a coffee shop on every corner. You could go a ways before you found the nearest Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Donuts, and even then the coffee was pretty basic — bland and ordinary, and usually weak as dishwater. But then came the coffeehouse movement of the early 90s, which introduced the joys of espresso and latte to the American public.
Jet City opened up in Tampa back then and has been going strong (more…)