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CarGar…that is sweet 🙂
“Jewish parents seem to want to give every last cent to their kids and will do everything for them.”
This was certainly my experience with my parents and grandparents. The Mother’s Day before my mother died, we were at a garden center together, and I bought her a hanging plant that she admired. She was very annoyed with me, but I refused to let her pay me back. A few months after my mother died, I was wearing my winter coat, which happened to have been at her house on Mother’s Day weekend, and I open the front pocket and there I discover 2 crumpled $5 bills. My mother had found a way to send me home with the $10 for the plant without my knowing about it – those $5 bills were the last thing she ever gave me, and they’re still in my coat pocket.
Chicken, I interviewed Massive Attack many years ago for a U.S. music magazine.
I remember it well, mainly because I hung out with them in Bristol, and they took me to my very first ever rave.
I also remember it well because the West Indian guy in the band was way cute.
“Oh, and shouldn’t there be a limo provided for our transportation to these fine establishments? I really don’t think we should be in a regular cab or even…gasp…the subway on our special day!”
Absolutely, especially with your little tootsie bothering you Snappy. We certainly couldn’t be expected to take any kind of public transport. Surely someone will lend us their driver and limo for the day!
LOL!!! [I kill me!!]
Dave, if you take Biff’s dare, you might be picking your teeth out of your drink 🙂 I dare say Denton could whoop some @ss!
DIBS, traditionally, we read top to bottom. the old scrolls show writings are in columns.
“Jewish parents seem to want to give every last cent to their kids and will do everything for them.”
This was certainly my experience with my parents and grandparents. The Mother’s Day before my mother died, we were at a garden center together, and I bought her a hanging plant that she admired. She was very annoyed with me, but I refused to let her pay me back. A few months after my mother died, I was wearing my winter coat, which happened to have been at her house on Mother’s Day weekend, and I open the front pocket and there I discover 2 crumpled $5 bills. My mother had found a way to send me home with the $10 for the plant without my knowing about it – those $5 bills were the last thing she ever gave me, and they’re still in my coat pocket.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
don’t let denton’s pina colada fool you.
Cobble, Mr. B is laughing at us all the way the bank. All these posts are generating major hits on Brownstoner.