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can’t do tues 5/25. so just do impromptu whatever week, day. forget me, i’m useless.

slopefarm, ’69?!!!! thought you much younger than that. guess your looks holding up well

I hear you, wasder. I can never fully let go of the Mets, though. My first game at Shea was a twi-night doubleheader in 1969. Mets swept the Phillies as part of the August pennant run.

dona — O’Malley is to Brooklyn what Cromwell is to Ireland. The grudge runs that deep.

There was a carnival that would come around my neighborhood every summer.

They would set up shop in an area the kids used to call the Lot.
The Lot was this entire square block of wild, overgrown shrubs and weeds where you could get into all manner of trouble.
This was a piece of land which was never developed, still wild from who knows when. You could even find rabbits in there.

I used to go there collecting Praying Mantis egg casings and old wasps nests that would take up the entire inside of a rusted out 50 gallon drum.

So the carnival would set up at night some time in August along with all the carnival people that went with it.
They looked like bikers with bandanas and denim jackets with cut off sleeves.

and every once in a while there’d be a fight among them about something or other and you’d see long hair and dust rolling all over the ground until they got tired and got up spitting to tend to the Hammer ride or the Spinner which was sure to make you throw up after eating two snowcones and a bag of popcorn heavy on the butter.

The best part was the stand of coin operated pick up machines which are common today in movie theatres and give you some lame stuffed toy which quickly ends up at the bottom of a closet.

No, these machines were stuffed with all sorts of cool kid things like metal lighters, colored glass bottles, steel rings and best of all pocket knives, all of them standing firmly in a bed of rice.

I don’t know where I got all the change to stuff in those machines but to this day, I have one of those pocket knives with a bright plastic yellow handle somewhere in a draw and the sound of heavy metal and hard rice falling down a metal chute into my dusty hands ringing in the back of my head.

The Half Moon here in Montego Bay serves basil and coconut ice cream. Better than I would have thought!

If you guys think LeBron OR D-Wade are stupid enough to join the league’s #1 laughing stock franchise, the Knicks, you’re seriously high.

Time to hit the beach! See ya!