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Four plates of golden charred hot dogs were plated in front of me. Twenty in all. The sheen of grease on blistered skin glistening in the hot sun would beckon me on any normal Saturday afternoon. Smother them in ketchup, add some pickles, a plate...

Last year at this time I was studying Spanish in Guatemala. It was lent when I was there and, during Semana Santa, Holy Week, the days leading up to Easter and the month before, daily religious processions and colorful sawdust alfombras filled the streets. Men,...

After every one of Mat's improv shows he asks me how it was. And I reply, "it was good." It's happened for so long that it's now just a joke, he answers himself in tandem as I do. "It was good." What can I say, I've...