Posts by Nathan Graziano
Liz, my wife, and I had been streaming “Tell Me Lies” on Hulu, which is a show that a 50-year-old man has no business watching, much less enjoying. We binged on it for three straight days, rarely moving from the couch, and, suddenly, it was over.
After weighing my vacation plans, comparing them to my financial ledgers, I decided to spend my Winter Break this year hanging out at Chelbys each afternoon, drinking draft beer with The Lunch Crowd, a group of friends who I rarely get to see these days due to my work schedule.
For those who may be unfamiliar with Padilla—and, let’s face it, he is not exactly a household name in the United States—his story is bizarre, yet strangely inspiring, in a dancing-with-madness type of way.
When we moved into our current house, almost a decade ago, my wife and I shared the downstairs bathroom. It’s a small, standard affair—a bathtub, a toilet, a sink—but it was tacitly agreed upon when we moved in that our three kids would share the bathroom upstairs, and we would take the one downstairs.
So now it is time to plan for yet-another Sunday night Super Bowl party, another debauched outing where everyone tries to pretend that they’re not going to call out from work on Monday morning.
One of the perks of my work is that I’m able to interview some excellent musicians and attend some excellent shows with some excellent people playing excellent music.
The towel, I’m going to assume, fell from the rack this morning as The Blonde Woman and The Gray-Haired Man were hurrying to get ready for work—harrowed as they often are at 6:30 a.m. while I snooze on their bed—and failed to notice the towel on the tiled floor.
I’m 50 years old and never thought I’d see the day where these types of totalitarian, Orwellian acts of violence would occur on the curbs of our country. But what I find most disheartening is the fact that many of my fellow Americans—many of whom tout their freedom, especially their Second Amendment right to bear arms—seem to be walking lock-step with fascism.
I have a new excuse not to start the novel I’m planning to write: The Pats won, and I won a few bets on DraftKings. I can’t write today, I need to celebrate.
It’s a sad statement on where we are as a state, and a nation, that on the night before Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, The Granite Post breaks a story about a state representative endorsing segregated schools in New Hampshire in a private group chat on Signal.