Oh it feels so good to be home. I have been out every night for the last two weeks and I ‘ve been working 7 days a week , out every night. Getting home at 10 PM doesn’t count as “being home” for me .Tonight, I did my grocery shopping ,had a nice salad for … Aaaahhhhhh. . Home !
Hi , sorry it’s taken so long to blog but I’ve been working crazy hours and , frankly, I am just too exhausted when I get home at night to write. I didn’t even check my computer when I got home last night. So, the contest … . I parked my car under the Common … The Contest
. . .The hobgoblin of littles minds. . .or so is quoted in the movie “Next Stop Wonderland”. Tonight I did the open mike at the Green Dragon. It had a good sized crowd but they weren’t there for the comedy. There were there for the open window and the beer. It was difficult not … Consistency is . .. . .
Tonight I made the treck down to Marshfield to Rafferty’s . My last trip down there, I got hopelessly lost over and over again within a mile of the club. Tonight, I left from Boston Common and I got there an hour before I was supposed to be there. I thought I might sample some … Rafferty’s Redux
Today, there was a birthday party for my God Father.He is 90 years old. I gotta say, he looks good for his age. His nieces and nephews (I assume) threw the party together for him. It started at 4 . Since I work until 6, I went up after work. I got lost , of … 90 Years Old
As often happens after I’ve had a meal with my buddy Keith, I will recall some snippet of the conversation that makes absolute crystal clear sense to me and then, a couple of days later , I act on it. The particular bit of dialogue was about exercise and how if you just walk a … Feet as Transportation
Aaahhhhh. .. I shouldn’t have put my jammies on . I should have planned to go out somewhere. I HAD planned to come home and catch up on some paperwork. I did a load of laundry. I had dinner and now I’m in my sweats and tshirt cruising channels and writing a blog. This is … Blob on a Log
The first chapter of Stephen Kings’ book “the Cell” starts at the corner of Boylston and Arlington Streets in downtown Boston at the corner of the Public Garden. At the Mr. Frosty ice cream truck, to be exact. The armageddon starts there with a softserve cone and a cell phone call, according to Little Stevie. … Me & Mr. Frosty
For the last 3 years my buddy , Kris Earle , and I have volunteered to tend bar at the Charlestown Working Theater annual benefit. It’s fun to spend time together , we are a good bar team , and we make about $20.00 in tips. Tony V usually assembles a great line-up and it’s … Ahhhh. .. Much Better
The first time I had an oyster Po’Boy was in New Orleans. It was my first trip to Jazz Fest .My friend Joanne took me to a sandwich shop in a neighborhood she used to live in. I was reticent, I had never had fried oysters. She knew I loved fried clams, she had been … Oyster Po’Boys