Cody Judy Hits a Groove
As a journalist, I follow a certain code of ethics. I don’t accept gifts, for instance. I am also supposed to walk a straight line of objectivity, and most days I … well … okay, I don’t walk many straight lines. But that’s beside the point. One of the things a journalist is absolutely supposed to avoid is favoritism, be it putting a campaign sign in their yard or endorsing a specific candidate. Again, these are usually principles to which I adhere, much to the chagrin of my politically active wife. Today, however, I am setting aside that principle to endorse a...
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Above the Fold Ale: More than a decade ago, I lived in Bellingham, Wash. Gorgeous town in a beautiful area, smack-dab between two of my favorite cities, Vancouver and Seattle. At the time, Death Cab for Cutie were the local rock stars and only about a year away from breaking out as the indie superstars they are today. I saw the band a half-dozen times in local bars … and was never impressed. I probably saw them so many times because everyone up there talked about how Death Cab was so awesome. (Okay, not everyone — I delivered pizza with about a half-dozen juggalos who hated Death...
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