The good news (for him) is that my freaking editor gave Art more space in the paper than she gave me, and he does a good job with it again this week, writing about good Happy Hours. The bad news is that he blew out his Achilles tendon the other night while walking home. He stepped on a hubcap and came down awkwardly. Only in Philadelphia can you hurt yourself by stepping on litter. Anyways, tell Art to get better soon.
