This is the legendary Smetana's Delicatessen, at York Rd and Burke Av in my beautiful hometown of Towson, MD. It was here that I would stop on my way home from high school detention to get a half a cold cut sub, a quarter of a pickle, and a coke. Then I would walk up York Rd to the heart of town, stop in at Read's Drugstore ("Run right to Read's!") for an ice cream, and then walk through Towson Plaza to get to Providence Rd and hitchhike home. That's 2.04 miles, says Google Maps. At 6' 5", I tipped the scales at 140 lbs. in those days. It must have been all that walking.
Happy St. Patrick's Day tomorrow!
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| It's as if you saw a paintbrush owned by Van Gogh, or a typewriter that Truman Capote used. This is the cord that amplifies the notes Keith Richards plays. |
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| We are lucky around here; our tap water is very tasty. Even the fish who swim in it say it's great! |
It's a good idea to vary your wardrobe and not rely on the same color tie every day of your life.
A pound of beef, some cheese and rice, and here's a stuffed pepper that will feed a family of 27!
The Daffodils, having spent the winter hibernating, are bursting forth already!
Ah, the indignities of a life chasing the footlights. This fellow's claim to show biz fame this week is that it was he who worked the applauding paws of Messi the Dog at the Academy Awards.
Normal? We passed Normal a long time ago, and we're not headed back that way for a long long time.
Well, I'll be doggoned! Look what's back! And so are the inane posts from people who will search all over town for a doctor who doesn't require masks for office visits, because "everyone knows they don't work." Some of us will not learn.
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