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We are easily entertained. Man-cations. Man-dates. Man-night. Those Manly things are all tired plays on the word Man. What does it mean to be a man? Surely not enjoying Mancations with your Man friends while doing Manly things. And yet, cliches are cliches for a reason. It is with regret that I report on the goings-on of Monday evening. I walked to the Boston airport and hopped a bus to Portland to visit The Bearded Beernut and Nacho, Nacho Man (and Nacho Man's brother, Dandy). We were going to play pegs and aces, drink beer and eat bacon. It drives me batty to bend to stereotypes. Truly. You should know that. But when you see bacon-dusted french fries on the menu at Nosh, you order them. Then, at LFK, when you see bacon-covered macaroni and cheese, you order that. At Taco Escobar, our third restaurant of the evening, Nacho Man decided it would be awesome to order nachos. And it was. At The Great Lost Bear, the fourth dining establishment of our evening, Nacho Man order nachos agai

Just hanging out on a wooden Navy ship, preparing to shoot cannons at the British, or hordes of elderly tourists. Whichever.    About five years ago, Ross-mosis wanted to go see a band called The Killers play a show in Utah. I guarantee you know their biggest hit song, Mom. "Somebody told me, that you had a boyfriend, that looks like a girlfriend, that I had in February of last year. No? Ok, Mom,  here's a link to the video . Careful. It's catchy. Ross-mosis and I were pretty sure this was going to be awesome because the band was playing an old airplane hangar out by the Great Salt Lake. It was a bizarre location and it couldn't have been more than 2,000 people at the show. Ross-mosis and I powered our way to within about 30 feet of the stage. I looked around at the crowd a few minutes before the show started (after an amazing set by Louis XVI, the best opening act I've ever seen). "Ross-mosis, do you realize we are in the upper 5 percent of age of all the peo

If you look closely, you might see Daisy Duke swimming out to greet the crew of the USS Constitution. The difference between living in Boston and, say, Lakeland, Minnesota (population 1,993) is there tends to be wonderful surprises that come with living both by the water and in the big city. About half an hour ago, I got into my car to go return a video game to Red Box. I took the back way home to avoid traffic and pedestrians. There was a fire boat out on the Mystic River blaring water out of every nozzle. That's not so unusual. But trailing a couple hundred yards behind the fire boat was the USS Constitution, the oldest boat in the Navy, celebrating the 225th anniversary of its first sail in 1787. I quickly parked and jogged out to the end of the pier to take a picture. As usual, the first picture was the best, though I put a couple more at the bottom of the blog. A couple of Italian guys were hanging out on the dock talking loudly to nobody in particular, which is par for the co