Give me your music, your art, your huddled masses of words and rhythms yearning to breathe free.
Dana Spiardi 
’Tis the season to see “Jews for Jesus” popping up around Pittsburgh’s Squirrel Hill neighborhood, the vibrant center of Jewish culture here in the city. Why, just the other day I was strolling to the iconic Little’s Shoe Store, my beloved Bethlehem of Boots, when I saw two spunky dudes dressed in blue “Jews for … Read more
Hi, my name is Molino, but you can call me Mo. Welcome to my life and times. I don’t know why mom gave me that weird name — something about windmills. Sidney and the others pick on me about this, as well as my overbite, mangy coat and weird eyes (Dylan once told me the … Read more
It’s that time of year when we feel compelled to set ourselves up for failure by making unrealistic resolutions we’ll never keep. Once again we will resolve to quit doing all the naughty things we enjoy, heed the advice of gurus named Chopra, Weil, Tolle, and Oz, and embark on new lifestyles defined by words … Read more
“This man is not a role model.” So proclaimed my 5th grade teacher Mr. Kuntz as he held up a Life magazine featuring photos of New York Jets’ star quarterback Joe Namath swilling Scotch with adoring groupie dolls and cigar-chomping minions at his Upper East Side Club, Bachelors III. Joe Namath, a media-hungry playboy? I … Read more
The Rolling Stones’ 1966 release, “Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow?” isn’t a song normally thought of as a Mother’s Day tribute tune. Nor was it intended as such. Its ambiguous lyrics hint that mom’s doing something of a shadowy nature. Mick Jagger sings the narcissistic lyric, “tell me a story … Read more