I climbed Mt. Fuji through the night from the first station, got humbled by altitude, bad decisions, and my own thoughts, then watched the sun rise above the clouds and remembered that sometimes the dumbest journeys make the best stories.

After years of asking everyone how they boil their eggs, I think I’ve finally "cracked" it.

Chicago's a mecca for amazing food, and I got to eat some incredible things in the couple years I lived there. Being flat broke the whole time, though, meant the opportunities were rare. When they came, they were almost always revelatory.