Lower Manhattan

On the First Day of Isolation My True Love Gave To me…

I was literally 8 hours before I was to board the plane to fly back to Memphis when the CityMD Doctor called me to give me the news. I was floored. I told her that I thought she was calling me to thank me for giving the staff a bag of candy. This is a friggin sinus infection because Geranium has to sleep in sub-artic temperatures, this can’t be Covid!! And where the hell did you show up Omicron/SantaCon variant?

And to dispel any rumors I did NOT attend SantaCon! Anyone who suggests otherwise will get a quick kick to the baby maker.

The Good news is that I am vaccinated, boosted and much like all of my New Yorker friends who also have it only have mild symptoms. So Moderna did its job because I am writing this worthless dribble from the bedroom of our apartment and not the ICU at NY Presbyterian Lower Manhattan Hospital. The good news is that I didn’t get on a plane and infect my family or friends. The bad is that I won’t see my family and friends for another Christmas and that really sucks.

So for you dozen of readers I figure I will fire up the personal laptop during this time and put out some worthless dribble of stuff we have been doing the past 6 months since my last post. Surprisingly a lot of what we did revolved around booze and food.

If I didn’t get tested I would almost guarantee that I would have gotten on that flight last night.

The Line to get into City MD – it wraps up Exchange past New street and up towards Broadway

I did tell Doctor jokingly that I wanted the Blow Pops back since she confirmed my Covid Test

Bummed that I won’t see Horner’s Kids open this tomorrow morning. Same for the Askews, Lawhons, Johnstons, Brigances or Zelayas because you could be getting this too!

Happy Holiday’s to everyone out there and we will see you tomorrow.

Well aren’t you just an overachiever

You all know my friend Dick don’t you? *Get your mind out of the gutter, on his birth certificate his first name is Richard* I met RE at this little arse lake on the Kentucky and Tennessee border a while back. I knew that he and I would become good friends one morning while sitting outside the lodge smoking cigarettes (I was smoking a cigar) and couple of joggers ran by the paved road. He looks at me and replies “Will you just look at that? We got us some overachievers.”
I had to admit, I really wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but considering my hands were shaking much worse than his I had to ask the obvious. “What do you mean by an overachiever?
RE looks at me and replies; “Damn Robot (oh wait that is what his brother Randy calls me) today is Labor day. We should not be doing any labor and those two that just ran by are trying to make us look bad. Henceforth they are Overachievers.”
I looked at RE with my bloodshot eyes and just started nodding my head up and down. What can I say, the man may own a couple ~~trailer parks~~ mobile home communities but he knows and speaks the truth….

Last week when we were having our scorcher heat days, I had 10AM appointment at One World Trade Center with a client. One World Trade just celebrated it’s first year of operation and as one could expect security is rather stringent to get into the building. After my body cavity search I am ushered into the bank of elevators for floors 70 – 79. We are waiting for an elevator and I overhear two ladies talk about the weather and how hot it has already gotten outside at this early hour. One of the ladies tells her coworker that if it gets any warmer (mind you I am lathered up in a good sweat and can already feel the Gold Bond starting to fail) that she won’t be able to ride a CITI bike to work every morning. Her coworker asks where she rides in from considering that One World Trade is located way downtown in lower Manhattan.
“Oh I live in the Upper East Side.” replies the woman!
I am floored, you mean to tell me that this woman rides one of those heavy ass Citi Bikes from the Upper East side? She crosses the island and then comes down countless streets and isn’t a puddle of sweat? Oh did I mention that Super Woman is wearing a skirt too? Who the Feck is she? Who rides a bike 7 miles through New York morning traffic and let’s don’t talk about the pothole filled streets? That my friends is an Overachiever in the worst way. *Hey RE – Don’t worry I ain’t inviting her to Dale Hollow, that is for damned sure!

I am just guessing where Super Woman lives and her route but I bet this is probably how she gets to work each morning. Indecently there is subway, bus and taxi service from the Upper East Side to Lower Manhattan too.

I can already hear the blood pressure in Maria’s arteries starting to increase by looking at this picture.

It is an awesome sight to behold but do you really have to use the whole fist there doc?

I can’t wait to get down to Dale Hollow and spend some more time with my friend Dick! Oh and Rena, Cindy, Renita (I am going to stop because I am probably going to forget someone)

The 14th Anniversary of the September 11th attacks

Please excuse me as this post will go against the normal grain of this blog. The reason is I am afraid that I could never properly convey in words all of the events I saw yesterday afternoon and last night. I was honored by a friend of mine, a member of the Pipes and Drums, to tag along yesterday with he and some invited guests from California. We went to McSorley’s Ale House in the East Village during the afternoon to honor the 343 NYFD firemen who perished on 9/11. Later that evening we went down to Lower Manhattan to the 9/11 memorial and the FDNY memorial for a Sunset memorial. That’s it, that is all I got, I will just say that if a quote ever meant more to me it would be Jim Valvano’s 1983 speech;

To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears. could be happiness or joy. But think about. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day.

Outside of the Oldest Bar in New York – McSorley’s