Louden went to his first NBA game on Saturday night. The Golden State Warriors were in town kicking off a roadtrip. The building was electric. Thanks to fortuitous timing — thanks Lexie! — court-side seats that weren’t being used became…
Covered media day for the Academy of Natural Science’s new Tarantula’s exhibit, which opens to the public on Saturday (Jan. 30). After waiting out the crowds, a kind spider expert named Karen let me hold one of the critters that…
As you can see from the image above, Bill Murray, groundhogs and Super Bowls present and past will be the focus of next week’s Quizzo at Billy Murphy’s Irish Saloonery. Come one, come all, but especially if you happen to…
Professionally speaking, my first week of 2016 has been consumed by the Mummers. Namely, the outcry over insensitive moments in the annual festivities and the aftermath. Here are links to the three stories I’ve written for PhillyVoice. Left out was…
Yeah, this strikes me as a bit too promotional and whatnot, but I had some time to sift back through stories I’ve written on PhillyVoice, NewsWorks and my own site today. Figured I’d put together a quick handy list in…
Remember that time A.I. stepped over Lakers’ wee guard Tyronn Lue en route to the Sixers lone win in the NBA Championship series vs. the Lakers? Yeah, that’s what Fletcher Cox of the Eagles manhandling wee (to him) Buffalo Bills running…
Wrote a story today about a perplexingly interesting web endeavor out of Northeast Philly. It’s called The Philly Offensive. And, that’s what it is. But it’s also hilarious. Do check it out.
Eulogy for Robert Griffin, delivered by Brian Hickey at St. Francis Xavier Church in Philadelphia’s Fairmount neighborhood, Nov. 28, 2015. Many of you here today knew Bob Griffin much longer than I did. My thoughts and prayers go out to…
When sympathetic hearts brawl with self-preservation streaks, the latter wins more often than not in the political world. Logic is a casualty. Bodies continually piling atop bodies become “thoughts and prayers” afterthoughts because everybody damn well knows that while the…
Imagine, if you will, being stuck at a dinner table with Paul Dickinson. You will choke to near-death on self-righteousness ala Admiral Motti or Padme in the Star Wars franchise.
