In my column this week, I toss out a few ideas on how to keep living large in the face of a shrinking economy. For those who might think I'm sitting over here casting crumbs from a throne, no way, baby. There is not one suggestion in my essay that didn't originate from the Offices of Erin O'Brien and points contingent. Erin walk the walk. Below are some photos to prove it.
Tough times have descended upon the Cleveland Scene as well, which is why my column isn't running as frequently. They've also cut back on published letters. But if you feel the need to tell my editor you love me or hate me, email Frank Lewis at flewisATclevesceneDOTcom.
Hidden bottles in my toilet tank. Too bad they ain't vodka.
The Poly Perk coffee pot. mmm ... That Maxwell House sure is fine!
Suave and Pabst and Valu Time. Generic is us, baby.
Does Carlo Rossi come in single-serve cans?
Snack time! I've got a two pound brick of Velveeta. Pass the Triscuits and Vlasics.
The dreaded giant pork. Look at the size of the behemoth compared to the Campbell's soup can!