We came down in February of 2023 over the Super Bowl to explore Savannah and try her out. All everyone could talk about was the St Patrick’s Day Parade that was going to happen a month later. I want to say that over 1M people packed all of the squares and it was a large time. This year they are expecting over 1.5M people and it is also the 200th Savannah St. Patrick’s Day Parade so this is going to be fun.
The parade steps off not too far from our house so I expect for Horner and I to waddle down to Gwinnett Street and see them off. We also can get our fix of bag pipes so if you see either of us downtown on Congress street wearing cotton in our ears is because it was too loud.
More to come but here are the pictures.
First Lets see what the weather will be like.
Low of 58 on Saturday is what I am talking about !
We live near the start so it will be easy for us to get out of bed, make a bloody Mary and then walk over.
There will be Absolutely No Reason to wear these back into the house. I will deposit these in the dumpster upon returning home.
Sadly Geranium’s hat won’t fit her. Thanks a lot Temu!
I needed $10.00 more on my order to get free shipping of the Kilts that Horner and I are going to wear so I got us some beads to give away.
Down on Jones Street
Pinkie’s is ready!
Oh look McDonough’s decided not to fix the green awning but hung with care those cheap Guinness Beer flag streamers instead. I can only imagine what this place will smell like on the Monday following the Parade Saturday and Sunday the actual holiday. I may not walk down Drayton for a couple days after. Incidentally – McDonough’s has a solid bar menu and the staff is great.
I see you Gwinnett Street!
The Savannah IG be pretty funny
Not sure what it was (these folks were pretty hammered but there was some type of a green dress charity fun) and downtown was full of green people 1 week early.
Some looked good, some….keep drinking Erin Go Bro!
More Bunting here than in Hells Kitchen
Hard to see but the Fountain is spraying green water. I may try to get the pick at night.
You can see the swan shooting green here
There could be a lot of good pictures next week or this may be my last post for a couple week because I am suffering from a real bad case of MPH.
Talk about becoming a spoiled New Yorker. One thing that I miss about New York is my beloved Astor Wine and Spirit Booze Delivery. Go online, not speak to anyone, place your order and you could pick the delivery day you wanted. This was key because sometimes I did not want Jose (Mon – Thurs) doorman to know how much I was ordering. So, I would sometimes have it delivered on Friday (Joseph would work the lobby on Friday) and he wouldn’t think to much about the 2 large boxes getting dropped off. Then, we always had the Saturday delivery option.
That was when Luciano would accept the order and then drop it off at our door so it wouldn’t be in the lobby collecting stares. By the way you got free delivery with a $150 dollar minimum order. Don’t go there Judge Judy. I have seen some of you walking out of Busters with a college kid loaded up like a pack mule.
We don’t have that type of service here and it sucks. We can get wine and beer delivered but it is a hard NO on booze delivery. This bugs me because we would really would like to use Costco more. That is where we order our Summer Seltzers and Geranium’s maintenance wine. You know what I am talking about right? Maintenance wine is the booze that keeps momma happy when it is post work time. Sadly Costco is too far of an Uber back and forth and that would mess with our bottle refund ponzi scheme.
Que the Seinfield JFK golf club episode where Kramer and Newman steal a mail truck to return bottles for deposit.
So at least once a week I will make a 13 minute jaunt over to our local package store with my old lady cart and speak to the Ganem Family. I am frequenting a family run store and sure the prices may be a tad more but I am always welcomed by someone when I hit the door. They are good people.
Here is what that walk looks like.
Some of you have asked what distances are like here. I can make this easy peasie on foot and it is a beautiful walk.
You can tell that we are serious about our air conditioning down here. Those boys are busy during those Non-R months and September.
I love the houses on my walk. Mind you they rent for 3K for a two bedroom but they don’t have a pool so what is the point in that?
So much character with these houses. I love this one.
Super Nice Lady who lives here and is always saying hello. She also has one of those Neighborhood Libraries out front of her house and I drop off some old books of mine that I have collected. She has my “Don’t Stop The Carnival” that I love.
I love this house. The owner dresses the house each month and they go all out. And look, we keep our Skeletons on the porch year round!
During October it is all done in Pink. And she is a Banana Fan too!
No wonder I am taking allergy medicine in early February. It is this crap that helps keeping me stuffy.
It is a neat street
It does not matter what day of the week I am walking by this church but I find that the pastor is always loading stuff into the church, by himself. I have offered numerous time to help but he always says he is fine.
I have also walked by this joint on a Sunday and it is a rocking and a rolling. The pastor has invited me to attend services numerous times.
FYI – These (they don’t call them mass, it is called a service) sessions can go long…..like 2 to 3 hours long.
Ok, I will say it – If I attended, I would be the only white face in the congregation. That doesn’t bother me one bit.
My Reasoning – I see the parishioners (probably not what they call themselves) walking in and they are dressed to the nines. I acknowledge that this is a very special day for their spiritual growth. I don’t need to be showing up as an interloper. I have been to Al Green’s Church and know what feels like.
Full Disclosure – I may have thrown a couple bucks into an envelope and put it in the mailbox. Pastor needs a better cart to carry the water up the ramp.
Let me say it loud enough for those of you in the back – WE HAVE A FUCKING GUN PROBLEM HERE IN THE UNITED STATES.
Ok, I am off of my soapbox. Here is my trusty steed. I did notice that her tires are going bald and her suspension is starting to ‘flex’. Lawd help me if she fails on a trip back when I have a Wine and Booze order from the Gaynems.
Hey Abo – I may need you to bring me a Whole Foods Old Lady Cart on your next trip.
Next week we are getting ready for St. Patrick’s Week. (Notice I said week and not just day) They are dying the Forsythe Park Fountain green at Noon on Friday.
St. Patrick’s Week is going to be off the hook. They are going to Green this sucker and I am all for it.
Have a good week and be nice to people…..even if you don’t look like them.
Happy Wednesday folks! For those of you who still haven’t figured it out yet. I am no longer selling tickets to tourists on those double decker bus tours in Manhattan. I am now selling Pralines down on Reynolds Square in Savannah and my week now starts on Tuesday.
This past week I had to say goodbye to a mentor and former boss who helped shape me into the person that I am today.
Full Disclosure – When I was in college, especially my first two years I was a little shit. I openly admit that, and I deserved to be stuffed into a locker. Now that I think about it. I am pretty sure that during the entire Fall Semester of 1988 I singlehandedly mopped the entire training room each and every night.
However, there was one person who looked past my shenanigan’s and kept me on staff. He would shake his head and mutter something under his breath and then go yell at Manocchio. For that, I will always be grateful to Dean Weber.
Post College – some 30+ years I would always try to make at least one Razorback home game each season. Lately it has been tough but let me tell you, being back in Fayetteville is always electric. The one thing that I always looked forward to was chatting with Dean during the game. He would always drop by to check in and he and I would catch up. It might be a two or five minute conversation but he would always ask about my folks and how I was doing. Weber was a man of few words. I will say that he loved that I lived in New York at the time time. He and I both agreed that the winters in the north are much worse than the winters in the south.
I am going to link Dean’s obit RIGHT HERE and just so you know, he only worked for two universities his entire life. University of North Carolina under Dean Smith and then at The University of Arkansas under Frank Broyles.
Dean worked over 420 consecutive Razorback Football games and worked for some of the greatest coaches in American Football. He worked for the athletic department at the University of Arkansas for 50 years!!!!! I could go on for days with funny stories but I would like to share with you one story that will forever cement my love for Dean Weber.
For this story we are going back to early January 1989. We had just returned from the Cotton Bowl and got beat by Troy Aikman who happened to be playing at UCLA. This was also the same year that a certain Catholic University in South Bend Indiana grabbed the National Championship. The coach of that certain Notre Dame Team was none other than Lou Holtz. If you didn’t already know, Lou was a former head coach at Arkansas and the stories of him coaching in The Orange Bowl against Oklahoma are legendary.
Early January meant that everyone in college athletics on staff could take a breather. I was a freshman student trainer. I had to do my time and do work. One particular late afternoon while we were finishing up the phone rang in Dean’s office.
I jump over to his office and give the standard “University of Arkansas Training Room, Dean Weber’s office this is John how may I help you?“
Voice on the other line – “Is Dean there?“
Me – “No Sir, I am sorry but Dean is away from the phone right now, may I take a message?“
Voice on the other line – “This is Lou Holtz can you please have him call me back?“
*I have an autographed signature from this man when he was head coach at Arkansas* You can almost bet that I saying “Coach Holtz, let me see if I can grab him for you” because I am now in a full sprint to the coaches office because I knew that Dean was about to grab a shower before leaving for the day.
*Banging on the Coaches Dressing Room like I was on the Titanic and was about to drown if they didn’t open the gate* – “Dean you have a phone call and I think you need to take this call!”
Dean – *was in a towel heading to the shower* “Who is it?“
Me – “It is COACH Lou Holtz from THE University of Notre Dame, and he wants to speak to you.”
Dean – “Tell that (expletive deleted), (expletive deleted) that I will call him back.” And hand to God that is what came out of his mouth while he was walking into the shower. So, I am now in a quandary because I now have to tell the man who just won a Natty. I mean Lou Holtz’s stock is above the pope right now. I am freaking out that I just spoke to him. However, for some reason Dean thinks that the man who just won a national championship can wait for a call back.
Me – *now on the phone with Lou Holtz* “Um……….Coach Holtz, Dean asked if he can call you back because he is busy right now.“
Voice on the other line – *audible laugh* “He didn’t say those exact words did he son?“
Me – “No Sir, he did not.”
Hangs Up.
That right there Ladies and Gentlemen is classic Dean Weber. I am going to miss my friend next season.
Houston, We Are In The Freaking Cotton Bowl!
Look At This Motley Crew! Independence Bowl vs Georgia
“Dean, what are you doing in my bed room?” “Yeah, we are going to take you out of the game.”
Look how little Razorback Stadium is in the background.
Prayers to the family. Dean Weber was one of a kind.
Happy Fat Tuesday to all of my friends who celebrate Mardi Gras. Get home safe and make sure you boil your shoes in bleach because they probably need it. We had a great weekend and had some friends up to stop over on their way to see grandbabies. Yesterday I got the house in order and managed to smoke a couple of sticks in-between rain storms on Monday.
Sucks to be a New Yorkers today. I was wearing flip flops and shorts.
“What are you doing at the ballpark Carbunkle? You get a job shooting the T-shirt cannon in between innings?” Sadly they won’t let do that job but I may possibly be the Mustard Bottle running around the bases for the condiment race. More to come.
Hey @SavannahBananas how about some dog merch?
Why not slam some Miller High Life Ponies
This is Kiaylo (Troy’s newest youngest sibling) and loves to come up and say hello to us.
Troy Troy is chill and likes to hang while the dogs frolic
Oh by the way averaging 15K steps and on occasional 40 flights does take its toil on your shit.
My poor folding shopping cart, still kicking after all those years.
This week we have my Godchild coming into town to tour SCAD. Geranium and I are kind of secretly hoping that she comes here. We really got to be so close with Abo and consider her part of our family. That and I think she wants to major in Theme Park Design.
Boy do I get that a lot of those questions when I tell people that we don’t own a car. Then they look at me with a puzzled look when I tell them that Geranium hasn’t driven a car in over eight and a half years. Let me explain.
When we were living in Manhattan there was absolutely no reason to own a car. Hell it cost as much as 1K a month to keep it in a garage pre-panarama so we used public transportation, cabs or we walked. We found out that delivery service in New York was KEY when it came to getting groceries, booze, and everyday necessities. Sure, I would get my old lady cart out and make a quick trip to Fairways grocery to get items those items that I wanted to personally pick. But do you think that I am schlepping a five pound watermelon up and down the 68th street – Hunter College subway steps?
Yeah I really didn’t miss having to mess with a car. Obviously there were times that having a car would have been easier than say taking an Amtrak to Philly or Jones Beach but is it worth it? So when we moved to Savannah we made the conscious decision to move to a part of town that was close to everything that we wanted. We are about a 30 minute walk from River Street or I can take the free bus service and can get downtown in 15 minutes. If I was feeling bougie or it was raining I could always take a $7.00 uber.
Running errands and shopping does make for planning and logistics. I have found a nice liquor store in Midtown that is right across from a great grocery store. Also in the same shopping center is a barber shop and even a couple of bars so I can knock a couple of things off the list with consolidated uber trips. Same goes for when I need to visit Target I can also knock off a trip to Home Depot if I need anything there. Trips to the airport run about $30.00 with tip and although I have not ventured there in a while the outlet mall is nearby.
Dry Cleaning is picked up and delivered by Mr. Reggie on Tuesdays. There is a Kroger that is 10 minutes away and Johnnie Ganems Package store is a block from there. Instacart, Shipt and dealing directly with restaurants for food delivery is how we round out the other needs and wants. Let me be completely honest, I am very relieved that I will never have to worry about getting ‘the big ticket’ when leaving one of the Congress street bars by letting someone drive me home or worrying about leaving a car downtown.
Geranium and I decided that if we were spending $350.00 an average in a month on Ubers then we would look into getting a car. So last night as I was watching all the Taylor Swift haters on the Grammys I went to the Uber app and did some calculations.
July 10 Uber Trips at $12.00 a trip with tip – $120.00
August 10 Uber Trips at $12.00 a trip with tip – $120.00
September 7 Uber Trips – $84.00 and 2 airport trip at $30.00 Grand Total – $144.00
October 7 Uber Trips – $84.00 and 1 airport trip at $30.00 Grand Total – $114.00
November 18 Uber Trips – $216.00
December 27 Uber Trips – $324.00 and 2 airport trips – Grand Total $384.00
January 48 Uber Trips – $576.00 and 4 airport trips – Grand Total $696.00
All in all we spent $1794 on Ubers but when you divide that by 7 months we are still averaging $256.00 a month. And yes I know that I spent a lot in January but that is because I just don’t like waiting for the bus or walking in the cold. Add to that when I get off at 5PM it is dark and we did a bunch of entertaining with friends this past January. I don’t imagine that we will be doing 48 Uber trips in a month again. Oh and two of those airport trips were wasted because our flight got cancelled when we were heading to Fort Worth back in January.
Lets get into the pictures shall we?
Laugh all you want to but this cold snap is no joke. Everyone was covering plants last week.
Always a good time when these ladies come into town!
Viv made a visit too
have to make sure that Jewels is doing well at Pinkie Masters
Found the breakfast place that John Kelso met Luther when he had all the flies buzzing around him in Midnight of the Garden of Good and Evil
Fat Kid Breakfast
No that is not Luther but this is where it was shot
Historic Jones Street
Love me some Rock-Mo!
PNG Mike may not approve of this but this got a good laugh while we were in Fort Worth last week.
Shout out to all of those Carpool Moms or Dad’s Taxi – I don’t see how you do that madness day in and day out. I might add that I only did it for 2 days but you guys are missing a golden opportunity here.
We headed out of town while the restaurant was getting new floors and made our way to Fort Worth. We got to see the knuckleheads and check out RJ & Mallory’s new digs. We had a great time catching up and seeing how big the girls have grown since Belize this past July. The house is great and the pool/hot tub is a nice addition. I also look forward to outfitting the new bar that hasn’t been named yet. We also met Bingo who is their 5 month old golden doodle and WOW dog has some energy.
Now back to the complete waste of time called the school carpool lane….Why the Fuck didn’t someone from a School Board reach out to the site planners of Chick-Fil-a and ask them how to run an efficient pick and drop off system for schools? Seriously, you are supposed to be edumicating our future, can’t you figure out how to make the drop off and pick up much smoother? To get the knuckleheads to a 4PM dance class RJ and I were in the carpool line at 2bells so that we can get the little angels by 3:30. Then we do a child handoff in the parking lot of 7-Eleven like we were picking up fentanyl laced Girl Scout cookies with Mallory.
Seriously I think that there could be an added service for those parents who have to waste hours of their lives waiting for the dismissal bell rings. Talk it over amongst your Facebook groups
Dry Cleaning/Laundry Service for Pick Up and Drop off
Instacart/Door Dash/Fresh Direct/Amazon Pick Up like during Covid
Massages/Mani/Pedi/Yoga in the grassy areas.
Beer/Dope/Booze Delivery (oh come on, how else do you do this without needing a little helper)
Drone Pick Up and Delivery of your child around the school campus
Let the little darlings walk to and from school if they are talking too much or fail a test. That would motivate my ass if I had to walk from St. Dominic to our old house on Briarmeadows.
I am kidding, it was a fun trip.
Stupidest Thing I have ever done and experienced. Make this faster School Board!
Bingo and Maya
So good to see RJ and Mallory, we will see you in March
To say that Bingo had never met a dog as small as Maya is an understatement.
The ladies let us sneak out for lunch downtown if we would do carpool line the next day. If only they had a shirt that the neck hole was big enough for RJ we would be dressed like twins.
We got Matching Tramp Stamps instead!
Member that Explosion at a Fort Worth Downtown Hotel? Gas Leak and it blew out the first two floors.
Lisa Marie learning from the master. She has grown up so much.
The New Bar in Fort Worth and yes I shaved the scruff today for work.
I am sending some Beach Bar swag to Ft. Worth. Yes that Tavern shirt has been worn at the Memphis half marathon and the Bad Dog 5K.
I didn’t realize how much I missed these guys till we got there. The couple not Red Bull or Central BBQ (but I do miss that brisket)
I can already hear a couple of you snickering in the back who took the under. “Not even 5 posts in and he is already blogging about the restaurant business. Who does Carbunkle Trumpet think that he fucking is……Anthony Bourdain?“
Way back before online shopping, or even the internet, people used to shop “virtually” back in the day via a catalogue. Want to know something even crazier. We used to mail the order form in, along with payment (check or cashiers check) to that company. I am going to lose some of you with the next sentence, but humor me. After you mailed off your order to that company about 6 to 8 weeks a box would arrive to your house with the order in perfect packaging without any tracking or email notifications.
I know, you are probably thinking that it is time to put Carbunkle to bed because he is rambling again but honestly that his how we used to shop from home. Now when you would go to a department store in Memphis you would either head to Goldsmiths, Sears, or Fred P Gattas Company.
Ok, Ok, Ok, let me get to the point. I hear your grumbling that I am going off on another tangent there RMT and KLCMan. Stop yelling at me from your snow fort.
Mr. Gattas had a particular hiring test for any new salesperson or manager. When he had to do the final interview he would always make sure that their meeting or interview would happen over lunch. I don’t care if you were conceived with the sole purpose of working for the catalogue showroom. It didn’t matter that you had top honors at Memphis State and were being groomed to run a fortune 500 company. If you salted or peppered your food before tasting it, yo ass was not getting a job with Fred P Gattas Company. And that secret has been in the vault for a number of years.
I will go one further.
Coach Bob Stephenson, may he rest in peace, was the former athletic director at Christian Brothers University. He also would he take any future coach or staff member to lunch on Thursday. Where did you go have lunch with Coach you ask? You were going to Barkesdale Restaurant in Cooper Young District because they were serving Chicken Livers. Coach wasn’t so much making sure that you salted or peppered your food but if you were going to order a ‘meat and three’ from the daily special. If you did then you had the job. Now if you were going to wimp out and order a burger. Or even worse, ordering the 14 dollar salad, then I don’t know what would happen. Full Disclosure, I don’t like chicken livers but the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas and fried green tomatoes were excellent. Yes, that is how I was named the first head trainer at CBU and they only paid me a paltry $5K. And I took the position and was happy as a clam.
So here is is Random Thoughts With Robo – The next time you are eating a meal with people, pay attention to their eating habits and or dining mannerisms. Do they automatically salt their food before tasting? Trust me, you can learn a lot about how a person will act by the way that they handle themselves at the table.
I acknowledge a couple of things these past 6 months after doing some New Years Day self reflection. First of all, the bulk of the content for this worthless dribble has pretty much been our adventures in New York and on vacation. Some of you are probably are tired of “oh look here is a picture of us by the worlds largest ball of yarn” post and I am fine with that.
So what am I going to blog about? Where the latest Kroger shopping carts are located on the streets of downtown Savannah? Don’t laugh, but there already is an Instagram account for that. I am surprised that the Kroger on Gwinnett is still in business because there are more shopping carts in the surrounding neighborhood than in the grocery store.
I could talk about the number of trains that go screaming by the Park and Broad intersection in the morning. This, by the way, is primary excuse reason that all of my fellow “Fresh Praline” cart selling work family is late to work for the 10AM Line Up call.
What do I do? Wait I got an idea.
Back in the fall I would get on the Snapchat (yes I have a Snapchat account) and give a “Random Thoughts With Robo” post to my 5 followers. Every weekend I would share brief moments of brilliance that I would get when I took my first hit off of my freshly cut Perdomo Cabinet Series Churchill cigar. Some of what I was putting down, I have to admit, was some monumental shit. The latest was that Geranium is now wearing a Caftan and I have a velour track suit coming from Temu this week. I also spoke about being nice to everyone because this is an election year and it is going to be a rough one.
So ,the plan is for me to give you a brief weekly or maybe twice a week post of “Random Thoughts With Robo” I don’t know who that Robo fucker is but I hope he doesn’t mind me plagiarizing the hell out of him.
Random Thoughts With Robo Savannah Edition – I was on the phone today with my spiritual advisor. She doesn’t know that, but when we talk on the phone we pretty much pick up right where we left off. She is in a really cool orbit that ranges from Belize all the way up to Indiana and I really appreciate that she includes me in her circle. The first time I formally met her was when I showed up on a Sunday morning to her B&B on San Pedro with charcoal, tin cans, some Belikin beer, a lighter, a cigar and BBQ’d 12 chickens in her backyard. She still loves to share that story with friends because it was just a normal day in Belize. Then IGA Ken, Brussle Sprout dropped by and then Chunky and Ruth stepped in to help me shred chicken in her kitchen and it was a party. But I digress….
Today I am on the phone with her and offering advice on how to cure that hated burning when you pee sensation. After a lengthy give and take on the situation, symptoms and possible cure, I was offering her some suggestions when I smelled something from the kitchen. Without missing a step I said “hold on Kitty, HEY Geranium!!!! can you check on the bacon, I think it is burning” and returned to our previous discussion without missing a beat.
This led Kitty into hysterical laughter which she said “Only you could say that in the middle of a serious conversation!” This later led me to think; am I really as cornbread southern as my friends and family from New York say that I am?
Let me tell you, I got roasted by a lot of people on Manhattan for my southern accent. From the point that some people felt that I was mocking them because I would default say “Yes/No Mam/Sir” regardless if they are older or younger than I was. Trust me, this was a big thing for some old school New Yorkers. Then there were the “Oh you must be from Texas” folks who don’t know the difference between a Mississippi Southern Delta accent from a Southern Arkansas accent. By the way, I have a fraternity brother who would take 3 days to say the pledge of allegiance because (love you JD Walt) he spoke that fucking slow in his southern Arkansas accent.
So I guess that my accent is really profound. I know that Long Island Sam used to give me “My Cousin Vinnie” quotes and trust me when he visited Southaven MS for work you should have seen the messages I got from him. I also know that my Staten Island brother from another mother would giggle at some of my “Roboism’s” but I guess that is time that I have to embrace it.
Oh and for you remaining New Yorkers who are still on this thing. When someone says “Bless Your Heart” it isn’t a good thing.
So that is it. Let me know if you like this new direction. I am trying to keep the word count low so you can read this on your deck in Chicago smoking a cig or sitting on the can because I plan on still posting in the morning.
Love This Woman!
Going through some old pictures and found this one. Still was a good meal even though the cost of Ubers were double the price of dinner.
Back when I was beer butt smoking some chickens in the common area of Changes in Latitudes B&B on Ambergris Caye. I started laughing when Cindy came down with the heads for the chickens.
I wonder what happened to her?
Trying to download old pictures is getting to be a pain in the butt. Anyway I plan on posting on Tuesday Mornings as I take the Dot Bus downtown to sell “Fresh Pralines” let me know what you think.
I admit, I have been somewhat absent from the blog since our Greece Trip. I have a good reason. But first, let us keep up with Southern mannerisms; “how is your family? or “what would you like to drink?” My apologies.
We are days from Christmas and yesterday, Wednesday morning, I awoke to temps in the 30’s. Trust me when I say that my fellow Savannahians were properly losing their friggin minds because it was that cold. I saw all kinds of clothing being worn by my fellow residents on my walk to Drayton and Gwinnett. I also walked by a bunch of houses that I could hear air conditioning condensers running so who knows what is going on in some of those grand houses.
Freshly returned from Greece, I made the executive decision that I needed to so “something” this late fall, even if it was wrong. The job hunt has been good but, like I have said, I am looking for my “last first day” and I just wasn’t thrilled at some of the opportunities. Post Greece in mid October I also found that a lot of companies shelving new employees till Q1 or Q2. 
TRANSLATION – Pretty much any position that was being posted was one of those consistent “WE ARE HIRING” because they had so much growth they need to hire tons of folks. My buddy “The Einstein of Wall Street” calls this a classic “bait and switch” to make the stock look good. I miss seeing you on Broad street Peter, hope you are well.
So what did I do?
I decided to dust off a pair of non-slip dress shoes that have a pair of unbelievable arch supports in them and went back to restaurant food service. Yup, I look back now and realize that I have darted back and forth into some type of food service some nine times since I graduated from college. I keep going back for some reason.
I know what you are saying…. How can a 50+ year old aged person go back into food service slinging spoons when the average age of servers is much younger? Have you ever met me? I don’t really like to follow normal rules.
Being normal is boring guys.
I got lucky, I had zero experience and was hoping that someone was willing to take a chance on hiring a lunch server that has NO restaurant experience in the past 20 years.
Thank you Rachel, thank you Nico and thank you LaJuan.
So where do I work? I am selling “Fresh Praline” from a cart on River Street to the tourists. I leveraged my Double Decker Tour bus experience and a nice lady on Reynolds Square took a chance on me. I did my 10 days of training, I am not going to lie, this menu is impressive and is very complex. After my training they let me loose on the floor the week after Thanksgiving.
First impressions, I am a fish out of water and I do appreciate some of the staff calling me “Mr Carbunkle” but I have quietly squashed that. I will say that everyone I work with selling “Fresh Praline” are great. They laugh at my jokes, and I am happy to be running up and down 3 flights of stairs 5 days a week Tuesday – Saturday. I am off by at the latest by 5PM and the money doesn’t suck.
Oh wait, I need to acknowledge that some of you love Geranium more than me. She has been in London for past two weeks and I get to see her this Saturday evening. The dog and I are flying to Memphis after my Saturday lunch shift at the “Fresh Praline” cart. This has been a weird absence for the both of us. I mean she was in Switzerland for a month and I got to see her more than I have had this most recent trip.
Way too many words, how about some pictures……
Ba made the drive to see us for Thanksgiving. Yes I am wearing shorts and flip flops on Thanksgiving. I am ok with that.
We took her to some of our Gin Joints and of course she loved that they served TGIF Menus of Fried food” Can’t wait till she comes back.
We were supposed to go to Key West during this time to see friends get ‘remarried’ again but we got Covid and Knucklehead didn’t get to go to her Fur Seasons Resort. Trust me, this dog is going to live better than we do.
Why Yes That is Coach’s Standard Poodle at the Bar. Maya will get to see them next Thursday with Jeuwls serving us drinks.
Of Course Maya’s primary Veterinarian is UGA’s Doctor. She Loves some Forsyth Animal Hospital for her care.
Now lets get into the Maya Content….
Two weeks with me, this dog is going to smell like a cigar on the Delta flights.
As you can tell she hates being here with me.
She has been very bossy when she wants to go to bed.
Each Day I send Geranium the Holiday Cards from our Friends. Seriously, two weeks at Christmas is weird for us but she loves that I include her.
I also send a pic of the back of the card for her. I will always cherish our friends cards. Love You Guys!
Proof that Maya is being taken care of. Thank you Jade who took this picture.
Happy Christmas, Happy Holidays to all our friends. Come See Us in Savannah. You now know “A Guy” at a Praline Cart near Reynolds Square in Savannah.
You mean to tell me that you don't have Sweet Tea? 