Whisky cocktails
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The summer heat fades. The grape vine whispers about New York’s death rattle. How could the city that never sleeps, ever truly perish? I think about New York as much as any Angeleno. In many…
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Lightning cracks the sky. California burns. Smoke from the north settles with the morning dew. It has been a time of contemplation for somewhile now, but the fog that settles on the horizon is opaque.…