Sick as a wreck today. Last night my cloudy mind dreamt of Barack Obama trying to get permission to tether a blimp over Hartnett's, the five-and-dime of my youth. Came in to work anyway today to infect all of New York ship the magazine.
Gotta get done. Then rest.
Rob
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
(Unintelligible Grunt)
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If Obama can bring back Hartnett's I'll vote for him.
I used to walk there to buy cigarettes for my dad until is was 10 or 11. Then I had to take a note.
And the Rosatti's Italian water ice.
The Pizza shop across from my office (in Harrisburg) sold Rosatti's "New York Style" Italian Ice.
WTF? South Philly Style- maybe
Clifton Heights Style- YES
New York Style- NO F)@(#ing Way
I work in New York. And they really do think they invented everything. They're like the Klingons in that respect.
That said, I'm not sure where Italian ices came from. I just know there were certain people at the country club that I would rather have beaten to death with the scoop than dole out one more cone of blue raspberry to.
Why dun you run reality Rob? :( WHY!? ;-;
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