Sneakeater

I guess if you have enough. . . .

I always wondered what that meant.

You guys.

And much closer to me at least.

But a numbskull with a car!

She was in The T.A.M.I. Show!

What can you say about Phil Lesh? A titanic musician.

No. Will try.

Taqueria El Molcajete, corner of Seneca and Menahan (more my end of town than yours).

Hey the bartender at Wallsé gave me a knockout local Mexican rec.

75% of all Manhattan restaurant bartenders live in Ridgewood.

Yeppers

My neighbor!

I think Lungi is terrific.

Big Fucking Deal

I've had that. (BFD)

A stunning staggering composer/conductor.

No pain no gain.

I was about to post a semi-howler regarding Eric Adams from a few weeks ago -- only to note that it was corrected the last day or so. The New Yorker's legendary fact-checking continues -- only retrospectively.

I LOVE the Cyclone. The fact that it looks and feels in danger of imminent collapse adds to its piquancy; it makes other roller coasters seem sterile.

Eater doesn't know what an arch is. https://ny.eater.com/2024/10/1/24258833/bq-flea-market-vintage-food-stand-betty-jo

Is that the one run by two sisters? They’re really cool.

I can’t believe he slowed down long enough to die.

You had to be around at the turn of the ‘60s into the ‘70s to understand how great he was. Johnny Cash singing “Sunday Morning Coming Down”: what honesty; what verbal precision. Kristofferson wrote like a Rhodes scholar who’d worked as a janitor at a Nashville record company office — which was exactly what he was. The problem was when he started making his own records: he couldn’t sing. But who wouldn’t love to have written “Me and Bobby McGee”? There were other people who could sing it And if he wanted to be a movie star, well, who wouldn’t have wanted THAT?

Would you call Ellen Burstyn or Louise Fletcher "stars"?