It’s 5:50 AM. I’m in an Amtrak economy window seat, somewhere between NYC and Philly, cruising comfortably at ~60 MPH. Beats driving. This will be the second of three nights in a row with pre-4 AM...
Likely stuffed in a side drawer near checkout, the Assistant Pro will shuffle around for a minute or two before pulling out a cheaply made, paper-thin piece. Made overseas for a nickel, it will sur...
The prospect of making my own golf sock felt right. Random, slightly ridiculous, yet realistic. Part of me loved the idea of taking the simplest product on earth – a sock – and seeing how epic we...