Persephone has to stay down there 6 months out of the year because of the 6 pomegranate seeds she ate when she got kidnapped.

It very much felt like a neighborhood, it was very walkable. I could get to a butcher, a grocery store, a bakery, and god knows how many restaurants on foot.

I walked to the park for the fireworks in July, I got to see a lot of Portuguese-American life, and I could stroll right past Captain Seaweed's to go somewhere decent for a beer in the evenings.

I lived in Fox Point for two years and loved it.

I moved up from North Carolina in the February of 2015, people kept saying "It's not usually like this."

This gives "Cooler and Warmer."

And he burns rubber and he peels out

I've lived up and down the east coast across my life, and Providence is the best eating town I've ever lived in.

Hah! I sang Roland to my daughters. There was a night that they asked me if I knew a "ghost song."

I was like "Boy do I!"

I love Warren Zevon, I don't love Jackson Browne's production. Sometimes it works, but for any of the rougher, punchier stuff I prefer the versions on Learning to Flinch.

In a category with Bobby Mcferrin.

Just the general, like, "back-in-the-old-days" stories you hear about football, where guys played with broken femurs and blood dripping out of their ears and stuff.

Back in the '40s "Dead" Jim Pickney played the whole 3rd quarter after suffering a fatal heart attack during halftime.