OZY Daily Dose

A Chicago Italian beef is not a cheesesteak. It's not a French dip, a chopped cheese, po'boy or sub. And while similarly constructed, the Chicago Italian beef is far superior to Philadelphia's overly greasy roast pork impersonator. If mouth experiences were a ballgame, the "beef" hits for the cycle. And, now, one rogue Chicagoan is bringing his Italian beef sandwich ... to New York.

When brothers Max and Elvis first arrived in Los Angeles four years ago, they were immediately unsettled. Nothing was the same as back home in England. The food tasted funny and upset their stomachs, and they were anxious about starting a new life in such a strange city. The one thing that calmed them down — and reminded them of home — was tea. Drinking tea to relax isn’t exactly a novelty.

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: "How was your day?"Anna WeeksBostonOn Oct. 30, 2018, the day 89-year-old mob boss James "Whitey" Bulger died, there were tears. The tears were shed by women in Boston for this killer of at least two women.

For what would amount to nearly a full minute after the trade was announced, there were no words. Cameras clicked and shuttered, every flash pinging back against a clot of mics and tangled cables. Wayne Gretzky sat hidden beyond them, half-smiles and eye-rubbing coming in modest twitches as he pitched to his right and motioned for something just out of frame. A tissue. A glass of water. “I’m coming back,” he said. He never did.

Doubters be damned, Denver Nuggets center Nikola Jokic wasted no time setting the tone for his breakout NBA season. After three years largely spent finding his footing in the league, Jokic, 23, was expected to elevate his game this season. The versatile big man’s skill set — one reliant on creativity, court vision and shooting touch — is rare in a league full of more explosive, bruising centers.

The Flower Power carnival of LSD, day-glow paint, and youthful indiscretion, better known as the Summer of Love, came and went in 1967. The Manson Family hippy-cult massacres in Hollywood, followed closely by murderous violence at the Altamont Free Concert, brought an end to 1969. My own romantic attachments to the Age of Aquarius though ended on January 22, 1972, when my father, Andy Kinyon, was found stabbed and slashed to death in San Francisco's bohemian North Beach. He was just 29.

There was a wicked economy to Les’ job: People who didn’t screw up never saw him so he only saw screwups, and who cared what happened to them? In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: “How was your day?” It wasn’t really a question of “liking” what I did.

OZY Newsmakers: Deep dives on the names you need to know. As cameras flashed around him, cutting through the smoke from his celebratory burnout, Joey Logano hoisted himself out the driver’s side window of his Ford Fusion and repeatedly slammed both his fists against the roof. On Sunday, the 28-year-old stock car driver won his first NASCAR Cup Series championship, beating out the “Big Three” of Martin Truex Jr., Kevin Harvick and Kyle Busch.

"Pass me the prahok," I say, sitting with friends for a picnic in the Cambodian coastal town of Kep. As my friend hands over a small plastic container that looks like it could be filled with tuna or cat food, a Khmer woman gives a warning I interpret as, "Just a dab'll do ya." She's right. A dab of prahok will do you fine.The fermented fish paste, known also as "Cambodian cheese," has a kick.

About 60 miles east of Tampa in the small town of Lake Wales, there's a place called Spook Hill that is steeped in legend - it's an unsettling experience with a tale to match. The gist: It looks and feels like you're driving uphill when you're in fact rolling slowly downhill. And if you believe the local lore, it's all because of an ancient tussle between a man and a big bully of an alligator.