Articles by Marc Dion
Marc Dion: Self-reliance
I don’t fix things.
I’m a man. I don’t fix things.
I pay people to fix things, is what I do.
Marc Dion: The right thing costs you
“If you’re trying to decide what to do, and you only have two choices, do the thing that’s hardest,” my pop used to tell me. “The right thing is always the hardest thing.”
Marc Dion: What’s that peeking in my window? It’s my job
I used to work with a guy, and every morning, I would greet him the same way.
“Howyadoin’?” I’d say.
“I’m here,” he’d answer.
Marc Dion: They’re Barney Frank hot dogs…
Nobody expected Barney Frank to show up at the event. He came by because it was in his district and he’d been in his district all day, and he had time to come meet some people, and he’d donated a couple hundred bucks to the event, and they’d used it to buy meat.
Marc Dion: Digging to China
My ancestors, and by that I mean one or two generations ago, intersected with Chinese culture in three ways.
Marc Dion: $4.39 a gallon and a $6 breakfast
The kid behind the counter, a kid with strong black dreads fountaining out of the top of his visor, says “That’ll be $6.42.”
Marc Dion: Vote for the buttery past
I was lucky enough to be born at the intersection of three great pancake traditions. My mother made the American pancake from a box mix called Bisquick, which can also be used to make biscuits and dumplings.
Marc Dion: Prairie fire
There are about 420 people in Arthur County, Nebraska, out in the western part of the state, spread out over 715,152 square miles. The county seat, and the county’s only incorporated town, is a town called Arthur, and about 130 people call that village home.
Marc Dion: Big Beautiful Death Triumph Warrior
The two atomic bombs dropped on Japan by the United States of America were code-named “Fat Man” and “Little Boy.”
