Asian Fireman

Pictures of the Week (And A Shout Out Too!)

I have a bunch of stuff building up on some scratch pads. That and Geranium is going to be away all next week so get ready for more production out of me. In so many words/phrases here is what I have cooking;

  • “The Big Chill” at Dale Hollow Lake (Relax, I got this)
  • “Memphis Basketball Fans have ‘A Guy’ when they visit Brooklyn”
  • Boat Ride on the Hudson
  • “Would Someone Fix My Cigar Bar? Fucking Please!”
  • “Way to Piss Me off” – Airport Decorum
  • “A return to the old haunts” – Going back to the USE roots
  • “So I came out of the closet with the blog at work”

First off, I want to give a shout out to RMT from PA. She has been a ‘stalker’ of this worthless dribble of a blog ever since we moved up here. Her son did some time down by Union Square for the past 4 years as we have lived here. Albeit, I may have never met him, but I feel like I know him. You see RMT got her Christmas, Birthday, Tooth Fairy, and Mothers Day present all rolled into one a couple of weeks back. This makes me happy and puts a serious smile on my face. Oh and by the way RMT – I want a MOG pic texted to me on the blessed day. #UgotThis

I know that I have been kind of scatter brained but I promise when I say this….we have been (really fucking) busy. I mean Geranium has been away more days in a month than she has been in Brooklyn. We aren’t bitching, she works her ass off and she actually loves what she does. She also is getting some great exposure on selling those Bed Pans. On my side…Yeah, I don’t feel so guilty working longer hours on my double decker tour bus sales gig or having a cigar with the boys. This is what people in their mid to early 50’s do in NYC right? More to come, more to come.

Anyway here are some pictures from this past week. It has been a powerful week to say the least.

Saint John Baptist De La Salle…..Pray for Us but Most Importantly Thank You!
Happy Birthday Monkey Head!
All aboard the A Train!
Thanks Alex! Way to made the guys in Green look FAT! Seriously it was great To See Joe and Henry up in the Big Apple!
Thanks to LJZ for leaving Spin Class to come down for Evening Service.
(She doesn’t read this, I am safe)
No real words never need to be said here
Disclaimer – I omitted the name of the person who posted this out of the deepest respect for them and their family. This was posted on Wednesday and yet again it brings me to tears. What occurred 18 years ago still digs deep into the hearts and souls of so many people.
I may have a story about this day but I will never speak it. This day isn’t about me.
It is about those who lost their mothers, their fathers, their wives, their husbands, their partners, their children, their neighbors, their work peers and so many more.
We shall always remember their names and we will also remember those who are still perishing from 9/11 illnesses.
God I hope this kicks ass! And I also hope they speak with a worse accent than I am accessed of having up here.
“I am going to wake up in the morning on the couch…..wearing a kilt.” Name withheld to protect the Fellow Drunken Uber Rider.

Have a good weekend. Be nice to a Stranger.

Call your Mother and Father because they probably worry about you.

Never miss a chance to tell someone you love them.

And hug your babies a little closer.

As one of my cigar buddies always says “These are interesting times we are living in.”

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The Kramer/Newman Can/Bottle Deposit Money Making Scam

We have all seen that episode. The one where Kramer and Newman devise a plan to make it rich by returning all the cans and bottles to Michigan. They are doing this because Michigan has a higher deposit refund than New York. Logistically it can’t work unless they ‘borrow’ a mail truck. You folks in the south, I don’t even know if they do this anymore. Do they?

So while we were at Dale Hollow Lake in between our juice cleanses I was having a discussion with Ralph, the owner of the Mobile home community. In addition to great conversation about Men’s colognes from the late 80’s I inquired about the recycling effort here at Star Point on Dale Hollow Lake. You see at Dale Hollow Lake I didn’t see any recycle bins or paper bins. Do you recall my post when I got back from Switzerland about recycling? Anyway before you start labeling me the Liberal Granola Hipster, I do have a point.

Ralph informed me that they have kids at the Marina who will sort the trash and get the recycle cans to turn them in for a charity. This confirms the point that no money can be made by recycling and it confirms Kramer’s point. Meanwhile “Ralph” and I were enjoying a yummy Kale and Captain and he inquired about the recycling effort here in New York. I inform him that the “Can People” handle that and actually it makes the Trash Pick Up really a breeze.

So here is the deal. In New York our recycle specifically the cans and bottles are handled by what I call is the Can Mafia/People. You see our Recycle/Trash/Dumpster is put on the street during certain times of the week. Naturally, I am not around during this time but I have seen the can sorting happen in different parts of the city. So in Brooklyn at our building the Can People (Primary people of Asian Descent) show up and sort the bags to pull out cans and bottles. No big deal right? Well then a big arse truck shows up and they load them into the truck and by God this is a fucking Network. These folks are better organized than the Eye-Talians. Oh and you better not encroach on ones’ turf. I have seen this. It isn’t pretty.

We got a damn Can Network Going on here in New York!

I can’t recall when trash day is for our building but I looked at this like it was normal.
Don’t piss these folks off. They will yell at you!
I should tell them that they should be out front of a certain house in The Boogie Down or a Church in the UES on St. Patrick’s Day.

Have a good day!

Four Years Ago To this Day

7 people went to dinner at Lilies in Union Square. What would happen later that evening in Koreatown is forever ingrained in my memory. For not only did some livers take a beating but so did a set of Bongos!

No disrespect to the Bongo Lady but the Asian Fireman that evening put your best performance to shame.

Good Times that night! I think the next day when I texted The Asian Fireman he said his hands were black and blue.
One should really experience Koreatown Karaoke.

Good Times with Good People! Who would know that a week later we would find out that we were going to move to NYC.