Posts by Nathan Graziano
I tried to slow my breathing, struggling to recall the techniques that my wife—a yoga instructor—taught me to use in states of intense anxiety. For a football fan and a sports gambler, Wild Card Weekend is a religious observance, and with a quick spit of discourse, suddenly, my grandiose romantic plans came crashing to earth.
Pack some workout clothes in a bag in your backseat and drive directly to the gym after work. Do not stop at the bar for a pitcher of draft beer and buffalo wings, even if your buddies’ cars are in the parking lot. Wrong parking lot. Laser focus, fatty. Keep driving.
And peace on Earth. But if world peace can’t be procured, I’ll take Cheese of any kind, but I have a penchant for Brie and Sharp Cheddar.
Full disclosure: I listen to Christmas music stations—during the commercial breaks on The Sports Hub—when I’m driving alone. I suppose it’s fair to say that I enjoy Christmas music, even if I’m not gung-ho about the holiday itself.
On Feb. 11 at The Shaskeen Pub, Azevedo will host “Tales from The Queen City,” an event that promises to be part storytelling, part vaudeville, and a whole lot of interesting.
So, here I am, nearing the end of my stint of isolation in my house—mostly alone—and maybe my biggest takeaway so far involves the eradication of a certain tired phrase from my personal lexicon. The phrase: “I’m too busy.”
Maybe you should make yourself watch “Elf” and crank up the Dean Martin Christmas tunes, deck the freaking halls, pick out a tree and decorate it with tinsel and lights and bright-colored bulbs. Or maybe the only thing you can do is wait out the storm.
Like many authors, I had the hard luck of having a book published smack-dab in the middle of COVID-19 when many businesses—particularly local bookstores—were struggling to stay open.
What if I could be a screenwriter for SVU?
