In clothing optional areas, inevitably it is the people that you would least like to see naked that go the distance. Double goes for Germany. [See the full “What I’ve Learned” list here. Start at the bottom and read up.]

In the timeless, venerated tradition of writers reusing their own material when they’re jammed with work, super hungover or just don’t feel like it, I’m rerunning a short but popular series from my travelogue entitled “Don’t Go There.” Chapter One, “Don’t Go to Berlin,” was written after a disagreeable visit…

I apologize for not posting anything substantial this week. This MSN gig is wailing on my ass so hard that I’d have nothing left if my ass weren’t already so perfectly firm, devilishly curved and indestructible. I have some serious doo-doo in store for you next week that should both…

Never take directions from a drunk person. [See the full “What I’ve Learned” list here. Start at the bottom and read up.]