So in the mighty Empire State Building, I paid five bucks to ride to the top in an Otis. We stopped prematurely around the 73 floor. And there we sat. Four two hours. Dangling by a cord. By a veritable thread. By the 64 year-old design of Mr. Otis. The other tourists were from Kansas or somewhere like that and got nervous.
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As I have said before, I’m just not real swift at sports. Blasphemy, I know, in Alabama. We are a state of sportsman. Shoot, “Bear” Bryant is a deity. God may have created the heavens and earth in six days, but the Bear whupped up on Notre Dame. Call Dash – yes sir: soccer, football,
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Andalusians have no business going snow skiing. Water skiing is fine–just make sure the lake isn’t frozen. For one thing, to snow ski, it has to be cold. Andalusians aren’t genetically equipped to handle cold weather. Believe me, I know. I’ve been up here in this Yankee weather for two winters and I’ve learned that
I have really tried to be good this year so that the fat man will give me a break for Christmas. I figure that since I’m closer to the North Pole, I might rack up some quality points with Santa. Here’s what I want for Christmas: (other than peace, love, harmony, a million dollars, unlimited
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Let’s talk turkey. It’s open season in Central Park this week. Thankfully, I’ve yet to get shot. That’s a good thing. Shooting, bullets, guns, rifles and such have always worried me. In the great state of Alabama, this fear of weapons put me at somewhat of a disadvantage when it came to hunting. If there
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When I was a little boy. I wanted desperately to be Bond, James Bond. I used to pretend my Radio Flyer wagon was an Austin martin equipped with machine guns, revolving license plates, oil slick devices, and, of course, in ejector seat (which usually ejected me along with my passenger). I perfected my karate chop,
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When I came back to New York City after having been in Andalusia, it took me longer to get into the city than it had for me to get from Atlanta to New Jersey. Why? Because of the communists. Fidel Castro was in the city for the UN convention. Yuck. Communism. Scary stuff. The bad
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It was a relief to be back within the warm confines of Andalusia last week. I ate enough barbecue to choke a goat and all I drank was sweet tea and gravy. Praise the Lord, I even had real cornbread made in bacon grease by my mama. Life seldom gets any better than that. On
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By the time you read this I will have left New York City and be on my way to visit fair Andalusia. Hallelujah. Brother, let me tell you, I can’t wait to be back. This week, I’ve been in Birmingham. It’s a hard adjustment. At a restaurant here in Alabama I was waiting to order
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Recently my sister and I went to Tavern On the Green in Central Park here in New York City. If you’ve been to New York City, you probably know Tavern On the Green. The Tavern is supposed to be one of the greatest restaurants in this city. It is undoubtedly one of the most expensive.
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