On Supper Clubs
When you live in the upper Midwest, you quickly become steeped in the culinary tradition that is the Supper Club. They’re peculiar places, usually on the outskirts of town or in rural areas, in somewhat unassuming and rather dated buildings, often near travelers motels advertising “free color TV.”
You may order the Fish Fry. You may order the Prime Rib.
You must understand what you’re getting into.
Goodbye, Steve.
It was only appropriate that I found out about the death of Steve Jobs while checking the news on my iPhone, during a band practice where my Macbook Pro was triggering samples from Apple MainStage.
This might lead you to believe I’m some sort of an Apple fanboy. This isn’t strictly accurate. The fact is, I’m an Apple Fanboy the way I’m an Indoor Plumbing Fanboy – it’s simply something that’s been an omnipresent part of my life for so long that it almost doesn’t register anymore.