Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.

I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Lots of Livin'.....Glory Days

I have recently remembered two of my favorite songs and realized in the process that they are so very applicable to my life now.  In the New Era.  SDJ sings the truth in "I've Got A Lot of Livin' To Do" from 1963.  I do.  And I'm doing my best.

Then, The Boss singing Glory Days....

Every man relates to this song.  When we get together most fellows go deep into memory mode and talk about high school or college days and all the tremendous times they had then.  The wine.  The women.  The song.  I realized just yesterday that I have received an Epic gift of the highest order.  When I am [God willing] 80 years old, I will look back over a pretty outstanding life experience and THESE will be my Glory Days.  My Halcyon.  I doubt that many people will be able to do that.  Of course, Epic philosophy holds that this should be the case in every time of your life.  We just don't often reach out and take what life holds out for us at every turn.

I'm so glad my Epics are still out there.  I'll be more in touch from now on.


Monday, May 28, 2018

Memorial Day

From the First Five at Boston Common:

Crispus Attucks
Samuel Gray
James Caldwell
Samuel Maverick
Patrick Carr
To the Five Most Recent:

Gabriel Conde
Mihail Golin
David Brabander
Hughton Brown
Stephen Cribben

From the rest of us.  Sleeping under the warm blankets you provided. Thank you so very much. Today, and always.

Monday, May 21, 2018

After The Last Post's Meal

Calvados from my balcony after the dinner shown in yesterday's post.  Not too shabby...

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Lost Photos From My Phone

Throughout my travels over the years, I have taken lots of photos of places, meals, wine, and other random things that for whatever reason remain in my phone rather than becoming posts on The Epic.  As a result, I am starting a new series here taking photos from oldest to newest out my phone gallery and sharing them with you. 

This first set comes from a marvelous dinner I had in Sandestin, Florida a summer or two ago.  The restaurant is called Seagar's...

A gorgeous restaurant with a wonderful Epic-style lounge....they have a piano player too who will play Last Date by Floyd Cramer perfectly if you ask for it.  An Epic all time favorite.

Course one was an outstanding tuna and avocado stack....sushi grade tuna and so fresh.....

....accompanied by a very fine Pouilly Fuisse.....

Then the main course.  This dish was so tremendous it was my favorite meal of that summer.  Perfectly cooked Grouper with a lemon butter sauce accompanied by an amazing pasta with herbs and lemon zest.  This was perfect summer fine dining along the Gulf Coast of the U.S....

Dessert was a classic apple tart with a little bit of house made vanilla ice cream and just a touch of house made cinnamon whipped cream....and coffee....and, of course, Calvados...

Mining these photos, and the grand memories of this outstanding meal, and sharing them with you are what Epic dining is ALL about.  Enjoy!!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Tequila Day....Revisited

When you are writing for the blogosphere it is amazing which posts are the most read.  For years my most read post was Tequila Day.  An ode to a cement block hideout bar with outstanding food.  Then road construction claimed the place and another hideout went dark.  Rumors whispered that Tony's would re-open in a new, swanky location.  Years passed.

I am pleased to report that, under a slightly new name, my Tequila Day joint lives.  It is very pretty, very new, very clean...and without the attached ten unit motel which was an ultra hideout if ever there was one.  But.....

The same home-made chips and salsa....

and...the main event......the BEST carne asada steak ANYYYWHERRREEEE

with a home made Tamale on the side.  As it should be.  Add an ice cold draft Dos Equis Amber and a shot [or two?] of

my all time favorite Tequila........and I can confidently report that although the hideout nature of the place is gone.......the food REIGNS SUPREME.

And....if, as the shadows lengthen, a one-handed man who  just drove into town from Nevada in a 1976 white Cadillac Eldorado convertible walks in with a mysterious message just for you...ignore it at your peril.  I have warned you twice about this.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Ribbons In The Sky

She was always a bit embarrassed when I would post this on Valentine's Day.  I always posted it.  And I always will.

Please hold the one you love closely if you can.  Or text.  Or call.  Just let them know.  Send a Valentine in some fashion.  When you do, know that your gesture will be my Valentine too.

P.S. I apologize for the ad in the video.  The Epic and I do not endorse the ad but I couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.  ML

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

I Have Dreamed.....


Three hundred and sixty five days ago she needed to go to the hospital for a routine bug or something.  The hundredth such visit.  No worries.

Sometime tonight I was reading to her as I always did at bed time.  It was a bit later in the night than usual.  She smiled at me and rolled onto her side.

Three hundred and sixty five days from tomorrow morning I walked out of that building.  A dazed expressing on my face.  Carrying her pillow.  It was all I had left.

A blink of an eye and one of the brightest candles ever.  Just. Went. Out.

I don't think that tomorrow is going to be a very good day.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Signs of the New Age

I figured it was time.  My ring was there for 30 years.  That mark will probably never go away.  And I hope it doesn't.