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Just wanted to let you know that I'm not quitting, just busy wrapping up the loose ends in PA before heading back to the F to the L to the A tomorrow.
Hang in there, there's plenty of story to come soon.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
More To Come....
Hey all...
Just wanted to let you know that I'm not quitting, just busy wrapping up the loose ends in PA before heading back to the F to the L to the A tomorrow.
Hang in there, there's plenty of story to come soon.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm not quitting, just busy wrapping up the loose ends in PA before heading back to the F to the L to the A tomorrow.
Hang in there, there's plenty of story to come soon.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Enjoy Every Sandwich
“Enjoy every sandwich”… Warren Zevon.
These words were spoken by Warren on his last visit to Late Night with David Letterman. He was the only guest that evening, to date still the only time that has ever happened. It was his last televised spot well after he had been diagnosed with terminal mesothelioma and been given very little time left on this earth.
I remember it very explicitly.
I was in row 2.
Today I am still in PA on my adventure and let me tell you about the sandwich. It is roast beef, pepper jack cheese, horseradish sauce, lettuce, pickles, and a touch of bbq sauce on wheat bread.
This is EXACTLY why I am such a fan of Wawa. To all of you that have never had the pleasure to experience the greatest “quick-e” mart on the planet, I feel sad for you. I can’t even go into explaining all the options on the menu.
I, like the rest of the country, have had more than enough of automated phone services. You know, press 1 for Spanish, press 4 for account balance, and enter your ten digit phone number followed by your birth date, social security number and tag number. (Am I the only one that screws it up on the last of the 32 digits and has to start over?)
BUT…
I have found a home for this service. That home is Wawa! Each and every Wawa has a touch screen to build the perfect sandwich. It’s also used for ordering other things such as hot foods, breakfast sandwiches and deli, but it was MADE for constructing sandwiches. There’s no pimply-faced moron with piercings and ipod cords to deal with…there’s just you and your options. EVERYTHING is an option. You have your choice of meats, cheese types, toppings (including roasted red peppers), salt, pepper, grated parmesan, oregano, mustard, ketchup, etc. Toasted yes or no? Extra cheese? Bacon? It’s as close as you can get to having your own personal chef. The printer next to the screen spits out a ticket that you can take to the cashier while your creation is being assembled. I used the time to get my beverage….
AH… my beverage…
I of course bought the half gallon of tea…mandatory.
Let me tell you about beverage number two.
44oz.
Yes…44 wonderful ounces.
Iced Mocha Mint Coffee. 44oz. of iced delicious energy in a plastic cup.
Back to the adventure.
I have to say things have gotten substantially less comical without the caked crusader with me. I’m a third of the man I used to be! I can feel my maturity level rising and I don’t like it at all! I know the ‘Box misses me too. We are burning up the text wire.
He and Damsel are working on our next installment of the Death Pool (Dancing with the Worms or Making the Grave?) We’ve taken to running a pool every six months. You pick 5 celebrities who you think will die in the next 6 months. We all chip in, most deaths wins. Let me know if you want in…you have until Friday! I done picked mine already. Ironically I did pick Ted Kennedy in the last pool but I’m not picking him in this one because I’m pretty sure he’ll live for the next 6 months and I’ve given up on Amy Winehouse because I’m pretty sure she’s indestructible. Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer but has started filming a series so I think he will make 6 months as well. I do have some sneaky picks up my sleeve! Honestly how is Don Rickles still alive, let alone Abe Vigoda?
Today’s weather is 97 degrees and makes me miss home. WonderTwin, Momma, and Nipper have returned safely to God’s Waiting Room (FL) and I can’t be away from the lil princess long or my warning light begins to beep.
This is for her.
My temporary roomies are keeping me busy, and I love every minute of it. They are good for my soul. They are busy “beavers” who are never without a project or an idea. They run circles around me and make me realize just how lazy I truly am.
I’m okay with it though.
This blog is really just to keep y’all interested. The next one will come early next week. We are planning a FULL weekend. There’s a barcrawl planned for Friday afternoon and I’m headed to the Philadelphia Soul game on Saturday which just might spill into the parking lot party at the Buffett concert next door. Sunday will include some grilling for various Dads and there is much to do between now and then. There is a class to finish, some resume rewriting, ceiling fans to install, and a grill to renovate.
My camera will be accompanying me on the trip as I’m extremely upset at myself for not taking it with me last weekend. I missed some beautiful photo ops to show y’all where I was born and what the Amish life entails. I could have included pictures of my aunt whose birthday was the reason for the mecca to Amishland. I had a beautiful picture of 8 of the biggest plow horses being led down the road by a single Amishman. It needed smell-o-vision.
I want to include the newest Superhero in the blog. I’m calling her Breezy (I’m not tied to it though). She’s kinda hippy, kinda dippy… a breath of fresh air and a strong breeze could blow her over... She’s slightly airheaded. She’s my partner in terrorism (carbombing). ‘Box loves her too. Her kids have Mohawks for the summer and she gets the jokes.
This is from her.
Welcome Breezy!
I have to finish with a big “I miss you” to Damsel and the GNO gals. In my mind I’m sitting at Coral Rock today laughing about not so innocent Jill breaking my poor nipper’s piglet’s leg and missing pool diva’s smile. I can’t wait to see them all again…someone owes me a bunch of birthday kisses. I’m missing Damsel’s sense of humor having a nice warm flat beer waiting for me (just the way I like it). I miss the themed jukebox nights and sleeving beers while dreaming of our own taproom...and yes…oh yes… I’m missing the sidekick.
Is that smell gone from the truck Mr. Appleseed?
Save me the spot in the horseshoe…I’ll be home soon (I guess?)
In the meantime, enjoy that sandwich…I am.
These words were spoken by Warren on his last visit to Late Night with David Letterman. He was the only guest that evening, to date still the only time that has ever happened. It was his last televised spot well after he had been diagnosed with terminal mesothelioma and been given very little time left on this earth.
I remember it very explicitly.
I was in row 2.
Today I am still in PA on my adventure and let me tell you about the sandwich. It is roast beef, pepper jack cheese, horseradish sauce, lettuce, pickles, and a touch of bbq sauce on wheat bread.
This is EXACTLY why I am such a fan of Wawa. To all of you that have never had the pleasure to experience the greatest “quick-e” mart on the planet, I feel sad for you. I can’t even go into explaining all the options on the menu.
I, like the rest of the country, have had more than enough of automated phone services. You know, press 1 for Spanish, press 4 for account balance, and enter your ten digit phone number followed by your birth date, social security number and tag number. (Am I the only one that screws it up on the last of the 32 digits and has to start over?)
BUT…
I have found a home for this service. That home is Wawa! Each and every Wawa has a touch screen to build the perfect sandwich. It’s also used for ordering other things such as hot foods, breakfast sandwiches and deli, but it was MADE for constructing sandwiches. There’s no pimply-faced moron with piercings and ipod cords to deal with…there’s just you and your options. EVERYTHING is an option. You have your choice of meats, cheese types, toppings (including roasted red peppers), salt, pepper, grated parmesan, oregano, mustard, ketchup, etc. Toasted yes or no? Extra cheese? Bacon? It’s as close as you can get to having your own personal chef. The printer next to the screen spits out a ticket that you can take to the cashier while your creation is being assembled. I used the time to get my beverage….AH… my beverage…
I of course bought the half gallon of tea…mandatory.
Let me tell you about beverage number two.
44oz.
Yes…44 wonderful ounces.
Iced Mocha Mint Coffee. 44oz. of iced delicious energy in a plastic cup.
Back to the adventure.
I have to say things have gotten substantially less comical without the caked crusader with me. I’m a third of the man I used to be! I can feel my maturity level rising and I don’t like it at all! I know the ‘Box misses me too. We are burning up the text wire.
He and Damsel are working on our next installment of the Death Pool (Dancing with the Worms or Making the Grave?) We’ve taken to running a pool every six months. You pick 5 celebrities who you think will die in the next 6 months. We all chip in, most deaths wins. Let me know if you want in…you have until Friday! I done picked mine already. Ironically I did pick Ted Kennedy in the last pool but I’m not picking him in this one because I’m pretty sure he’ll live for the next 6 months and I’ve given up on Amy Winehouse because I’m pretty sure she’s indestructible. Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer but has started filming a series so I think he will make 6 months as well. I do have some sneaky picks up my sleeve! Honestly how is Don Rickles still alive, let alone Abe Vigoda?
Today’s weather is 97 degrees and makes me miss home. WonderTwin, Momma, and Nipper have returned safely to God’s Waiting Room (FL) and I can’t be away from the lil princess long or my warning light begins to beep.
This is for her.
My temporary roomies are keeping me busy, and I love every minute of it. They are good for my soul. They are busy “beavers” who are never without a project or an idea. They run circles around me and make me realize just how lazy I truly am.
I’m okay with it though.
This blog is really just to keep y’all interested. The next one will come early next week. We are planning a FULL weekend. There’s a barcrawl planned for Friday afternoon and I’m headed to the Philadelphia Soul game on Saturday which just might spill into the parking lot party at the Buffett concert next door. Sunday will include some grilling for various Dads and there is much to do between now and then. There is a class to finish, some resume rewriting, ceiling fans to install, and a grill to renovate.
My camera will be accompanying me on the trip as I’m extremely upset at myself for not taking it with me last weekend. I missed some beautiful photo ops to show y’all where I was born and what the Amish life entails. I could have included pictures of my aunt whose birthday was the reason for the mecca to Amishland. I had a beautiful picture of 8 of the biggest plow horses being led down the road by a single Amishman. It needed smell-o-vision.
I want to include the newest Superhero in the blog. I’m calling her Breezy (I’m not tied to it though). She’s kinda hippy, kinda dippy… a breath of fresh air and a strong breeze could blow her over... She’s slightly airheaded. She’s my partner in terrorism (carbombing). ‘Box loves her too. Her kids have Mohawks for the summer and she gets the jokes.
This is from her.
Welcome Breezy!
I have to finish with a big “I miss you” to Damsel and the GNO gals. In my mind I’m sitting at Coral Rock today laughing about not so innocent Jill breaking my poor nipper’s piglet’s leg and missing pool diva’s smile. I can’t wait to see them all again…someone owes me a bunch of birthday kisses. I’m missing Damsel’s sense of humor having a nice warm flat beer waiting for me (just the way I like it). I miss the themed jukebox nights and sleeving beers while dreaming of our own taproom...and yes…oh yes… I’m missing the sidekick.
Is that smell gone from the truck Mr. Appleseed?
Save me the spot in the horseshoe…I’ll be home soon (I guess?)
In the meantime, enjoy that sandwich…I am.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Fill It Up, Pump Monkey
I know y’all are waiting on the edge of your seats to find out what’s happening in our adventure…
Our last installment left the Superheroes in the Garden(smelling) State of New Jersey readying themselves for the Memorial Day party.
The party was one of the main reasons for the pilgrimage.
There was some serious driving back and forth to PA before the Sunday fest and somehow the smell in the truck EVOLVED!!!
On Saturday morning, in an effort to mask the stench of two fat guys in a truck, a new odor was added. ‘Box got the great idea to try to mask the smell with an apple scented spray air freshener….
Silly ‘Box.
We had fun renaming the odor Johnny Rotten Appleseed Ass.
Oh, by the way… after the third day of this excursion, I was finally able to get a blanket and experience a non-teeth-chattering night.
Now, on to the party… I have to preface the party by saying ‘Box’s mates are all good guys. I got a great welcome and Tex (as he’s known in his hood) was a hit. He got hugs, fist pumps, chest bumps, and back slaps from everyone at the party… and that was a lot of peeps. My guesstimate was close to a hundred. Y’all are welcome at my place anytime.
Carl…
AWESOME… just AWESOME.
I’m wondering how I’m going to fit all the fun into this blog?
I have to tell you about the first half hour of the Fest. I call it the Vinnie phase. You have to imagine the South Philly/Jersey accent. The discussion revolved around the current status of Vinnie and it went like this….
“Where’s Vinnie?”
“Vinnie’s dead yo”
“No f#ckin’ way”
“Yeah, Vinnie’s dead”
Enter the next contestant….
“Yo, you hear about Vinnie? He’s dead, man”
“Vinnie ain’t dead. I saw him last week”
“No way, he’s dead man”
“I heard he was in jail, but he ain’t dead”
Next entry…
“Dude, you seen Vinnie?”
“He’s in jail”
“I saw his girlfriend. He’s in jail”
Next…
“Dude, where’s Vinnie?”
“Vinnie’s dead”
This went on for 30 minutes. No lie. In the end, I think Vinnie’s alive but he may actually be in jail.
The party progressed. The food was awesome and just kept coming. The bands were great… Them Bones and Oedipus and the Mommas’ Boys… and oh yes, the Philadelphia Eagles String Band. If any or all of you read this, forward me your myspace accounts so I can keep up with the music. I sure wish SW FL had this kind of music. There was a great merge of Rage Against the Machine with a set of old rap (think Can’t Touch This and Ice Ice Baby with a head banging beat).
There was plenty of Bud, Burgers, and Broads (Jersey style)…lol.
Yes, it ended with the singer wearing our mullet wig and a Coyote’s headband, a mosh pit, Box doing a keg stand and yes there were cops! Only one arrest and the last I heard she was fighting it (she deserves a pass on it for sure).
Box and I had a lengthy discussion about how this party could not have happened in Florida. Among the reasons were red ants, heat, baby mama drama and handguns.
There was a good story that I want to tell. Hopefully it doesn’t ruffle any feathers and if it does, comment in a hurry and I’ll remove it. It seems one of Box’s oldest friends Jimmy has a tad of a reputation for being a dog. During the party, he and his current live-in got into a little tiff regarding someone being overly friendly towards Jimmy. She left the party while Jimmy stayed on. We found out the next day that Jimmy had to deal with some police activity after the night as well, as his live-in took both sets of his truck keys, some money, and some of his possessions. I found out a couple days later that Jimmy has a new live-in and sold the old gf’s plasma tv to cover his losses. Jersey crazy is just as good as FL crazy. Will Jimmy ever learn?
We spent a couple days in Blackwood and got to meet a good bartender, Ida, who ironically used to date Jimmy and got a real kick out of the Jimmy story. We met some more of Tex’s peeps and got a car out of impound. We got some great hospitality from Box’s sis and family and made it to Wawa EVERY day.
Tuesday led us back to PA.
The truck's smell is starting to subside.
I spent a day working the steel wheels of the print press, we had some more Wawa, we spent a night visiting with a new little superhero that needs a name (Jen), we witnessed her child drinking syrup from the container, we drank some beers, we saw some old friends and made some new ones, and we just plain enjoyed the trip. I got to eat breakfast at the Classic Diner, one of my all-time favorite diners (a spinach and blue cheese omelet with a side of scrapple that was big enough to feed a small family) and got to see Chrissy if only for a second.
On Wed. Box and I and some friends got a chance to see the Lancaster Barnstormers play the Long Island Ducks in Lancaster, PA.
What a beautiful stadium and such a pleasure to see my good friend Redfish Bob. We spent many nights at the ballpark next to my house in FL, working through the pitiful excuse we had for a ball team. There were “staff meetings” in the locker rooms and post game meetings at the bar where we discussed many important beer related facts and figures and how much better our surroundings could be. I’m so glad he traded up!
Redfish Bob invited Box and I to join him in Atlantic City to reunite with Cecil Fielder, our old manager, but Box was getting homesick and there was no way given my financials that I wanted to be anywhere NEAR a blackjack table. We parted over pictures and pitchers, vowing to remain in touch. I secretly hope we get to work together for a Major League team someday.
The last few days I’ve been procrastinating over my next step. Box has decided to leave on Saturday morning as he’s anxious to get back. He has a job to get back to and AC in his house. I’m sure he misses the family and the Damsel. I struggled over the decision to return for way too long. I put off every decision until it gets made for me, eh Box?
I’m lucky enough to get some work up here from my bud and ex-business partner, Dubya, and since WonderTwin and the Nipper have flown in with my mom, I’ve decided to stay for another week. Besides, Monday is Twin and mine’s birthday and the thought of spending it on the road wasn’t appealing. I will miss not having the ‘Box around to share it with or any of my FL buds (especially u Damsel) but I really want to spend it with Sis, after all we shared a womb, and Uncle Fungus needs a birthday hug from a certain lil princess.
I apologize for the quality and amount of pictures included. The laptop I am using does not have my best graphics manipulation package and we left some cords in Jersey and couldn’t load any of the good party pics. I’ll make sure when I get back to edit some in.
I’ll leave you with an explanation of the blog title…
New Jersey has mandatory full service gas stations.
Stayed tuned…
Miss ya Box. It’s not quite as much fun laughing by myself
Our last installment left the Superheroes in the Garden(smelling) State of New Jersey readying themselves for the Memorial Day party.
The party was one of the main reasons for the pilgrimage.
There was some serious driving back and forth to PA before the Sunday fest and somehow the smell in the truck EVOLVED!!!
On Saturday morning, in an effort to mask the stench of two fat guys in a truck, a new odor was added. ‘Box got the great idea to try to mask the smell with an apple scented spray air freshener….
Silly ‘Box.
We had fun renaming the odor Johnny Rotten Appleseed Ass.
Oh, by the way… after the third day of this excursion, I was finally able to get a blanket and experience a non-teeth-chattering night.
Now, on to the party… I have to preface the party by saying ‘Box’s mates are all good guys. I got a great welcome and Tex (as he’s known in his hood) was a hit. He got hugs, fist pumps, chest bumps, and back slaps from everyone at the party… and that was a lot of peeps. My guesstimate was close to a hundred. Y’all are welcome at my place anytime.
Carl…
AWESOME… just AWESOME.
I’m wondering how I’m going to fit all the fun into this blog?
I have to tell you about the first half hour of the Fest. I call it the Vinnie phase. You have to imagine the South Philly/Jersey accent. The discussion revolved around the current status of Vinnie and it went like this….
“Where’s Vinnie?”
“Vinnie’s dead yo”
“No f#ckin’ way”
“Yeah, Vinnie’s dead”
Enter the next contestant….
“Yo, you hear about Vinnie? He’s dead, man”
“Vinnie ain’t dead. I saw him last week”
“No way, he’s dead man”
“I heard he was in jail, but he ain’t dead”
Next entry…
“Dude, you seen Vinnie?”
“He’s in jail”
“I saw his girlfriend. He’s in jail”
Next…
“Dude, where’s Vinnie?”
“Vinnie’s dead”
This went on for 30 minutes. No lie. In the end, I think Vinnie’s alive but he may actually be in jail.
The party progressed. The food was awesome and just kept coming. The bands were great… Them Bones and Oedipus and the Mommas’ Boys… and oh yes, the Philadelphia Eagles String Band. If any or all of you read this, forward me your myspace accounts so I can keep up with the music. I sure wish SW FL had this kind of music. There was a great merge of Rage Against the Machine with a set of old rap (think Can’t Touch This and Ice Ice Baby with a head banging beat).
There was plenty of Bud, Burgers, and Broads (Jersey style)…lol.
Yes, it ended with the singer wearing our mullet wig and a Coyote’s headband, a mosh pit, Box doing a keg stand and yes there were cops! Only one arrest and the last I heard she was fighting it (she deserves a pass on it for sure).
Box and I had a lengthy discussion about how this party could not have happened in Florida. Among the reasons were red ants, heat, baby mama drama and handguns.
There was a good story that I want to tell. Hopefully it doesn’t ruffle any feathers and if it does, comment in a hurry and I’ll remove it. It seems one of Box’s oldest friends Jimmy has a tad of a reputation for being a dog. During the party, he and his current live-in got into a little tiff regarding someone being overly friendly towards Jimmy. She left the party while Jimmy stayed on. We found out the next day that Jimmy had to deal with some police activity after the night as well, as his live-in took both sets of his truck keys, some money, and some of his possessions. I found out a couple days later that Jimmy has a new live-in and sold the old gf’s plasma tv to cover his losses. Jersey crazy is just as good as FL crazy. Will Jimmy ever learn?
We spent a couple days in Blackwood and got to meet a good bartender, Ida, who ironically used to date Jimmy and got a real kick out of the Jimmy story. We met some more of Tex’s peeps and got a car out of impound. We got some great hospitality from Box’s sis and family and made it to Wawa EVERY day.
Tuesday led us back to PA.
The truck's smell is starting to subside.
I spent a day working the steel wheels of the print press, we had some more Wawa, we spent a night visiting with a new little superhero that needs a name (Jen), we witnessed her child drinking syrup from the container, we drank some beers, we saw some old friends and made some new ones, and we just plain enjoyed the trip. I got to eat breakfast at the Classic Diner, one of my all-time favorite diners (a spinach and blue cheese omelet with a side of scrapple that was big enough to feed a small family) and got to see Chrissy if only for a second.
On Wed. Box and I and some friends got a chance to see the Lancaster Barnstormers play the Long Island Ducks in Lancaster, PA.
What a beautiful stadium and such a pleasure to see my good friend Redfish Bob. We spent many nights at the ballpark next to my house in FL, working through the pitiful excuse we had for a ball team. There were “staff meetings” in the locker rooms and post game meetings at the bar where we discussed many important beer related facts and figures and how much better our surroundings could be. I’m so glad he traded up!
Redfish Bob invited Box and I to join him in Atlantic City to reunite with Cecil Fielder, our old manager, but Box was getting homesick and there was no way given my financials that I wanted to be anywhere NEAR a blackjack table. We parted over pictures and pitchers, vowing to remain in touch. I secretly hope we get to work together for a Major League team someday.
The last few days I’ve been procrastinating over my next step. Box has decided to leave on Saturday morning as he’s anxious to get back. He has a job to get back to and AC in his house. I’m sure he misses the family and the Damsel. I struggled over the decision to return for way too long. I put off every decision until it gets made for me, eh Box?
I’m lucky enough to get some work up here from my bud and ex-business partner, Dubya, and since WonderTwin and the Nipper have flown in with my mom, I’ve decided to stay for another week. Besides, Monday is Twin and mine’s birthday and the thought of spending it on the road wasn’t appealing. I will miss not having the ‘Box around to share it with or any of my FL buds (especially u Damsel) but I really want to spend it with Sis, after all we shared a womb, and Uncle Fungus needs a birthday hug from a certain lil princess.
I apologize for the quality and amount of pictures included. The laptop I am using does not have my best graphics manipulation package and we left some cords in Jersey and couldn’t load any of the good party pics. I’ll make sure when I get back to edit some in.
I’ll leave you with an explanation of the blog title…
New Jersey has mandatory full service gas stations.
Stayed tuned…
Miss ya Box. It’s not quite as much fun laughing by myself
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