One of the most interesting people I've ever met was a NYC cabbie, who fit the old stereotype of the older lifelong New York resident, complete with the NY accent and living in and raising his family in an apartment and stories about how life is like there. Fascinating stuff. My mom and sister (who were sitting in the back seat of the cab while I rode in front due to no more room in back) were wondering what we talked about, and were very surprised that I had such a great conversation with him.
I almost always chat up cabbies. The ones who haven't live in NYC for 4,000 years are from all over the place -- its like travelling the world on my way home at night. I met a guy from Uruguay, dude NOBODY is from Uruguay. It's almost always interesting particularly if you talk about food.
When down South with our Grandmother as a child my Sister got a number of "but you're so POLITE!" replies when she said she was from New York*. She's always resisted the urge to say "and you're so NOT". I've heard numerous versions of that story and it strikes me as ironic... "THIS is the fabled warmth and hospitality??"
(Of course, many many times I have experienced the fabled warmth and hospitality -- it really is wonderful)
Hil, so I guess what you're saying is Toby Ziegler and I won't ever make Eeyore love together, because I'm not fictional-Jewish. Bummer
Didn't he marry (then divorce and possibly re-marry) a shiksa? I think there is fictional hope for you kids yet, Erika.
*though technically a small town outside of. after the four-thousanth time of describing the tiny town no one has ever heard of and ending with "its right ouside New York" you just skip to that part.
SailAweigh and I had a wonderful conversation with a cabbie who had a son named William Jefferson Bill Clinton Calypso. No, seriously. But it's not my normal thing at all.
Yeah, that's true, Trudy. Although I thought she could be "Wow, You Don't *Look* Jewish" Jewish. I have a friend that is.
Well, talk about your mixed marriages. Dad's gonna hate that he's a big political operative(With just enough closet anti-Semitism to keep Ziegler his paranoid self, plus Dad voted Bush)
Mom, though, I could say "I'm marrying the product of a coked-out showrunner's imagination," and she'd say
"Anything that makes you happy, sweetie,"ETA: Cabbie's son has a cute name. Long, though.
So I should delay renewing my car registration so I can afford the ingredients to test this Cook's Illustrated recipe, right?
Which recipe is it? The stuffed chicken breasts?
Which recipe is it?
Creamy tomato sauce (for pasta)
Hey you guys...!
is the Electric Company
this is from Sesame Street. But I gotta say 'tis a far far better earworm than the inspirational 80s rock that's been dogging me all morning.
If you've got a children's PBS show earworm, this one's better:
Zoom, a-zoom, a-zoom
C'mon and zoomazoomazoomazoom!
Now it's:
There were green alligators
and long-necked geese
two humpy-bumpy camels
and two chimpanzees
there were cats and rats and elephants
as sure as you're born
but the loveliest of all was the unicorn
and with that I'm off to work.
you might get charged a late fee penalty. But, that's the "pay the bills on time" frugal me talking.
As for all the heritage talk. I'm proud to say I'm a Yankee. Grew up 25 miles north of The Stadium, got pics taken with Yogi Berra and Reggie Jackson and Ron Guidry as a kid. Yup, I'm a Yankee (fan).
Funniest "Yankee" story. Working at a theater in the NC hills south of Asheville. Driving a 1982 Volvo with New York Plates on it. At a traffic light on a one way street in left turn lane with the window open (it was hot, summer, in the south, go figure). Waiting at the light, and in pops this head, his face nanometers away from mine "Whathca doin' here Yankee?" "um, I work at the theater" "O, you with them queers and whores?" "ah, yes sir" "[something about carpet baggers to this day, forget direct quote]" "um, I guess, Don't know if anyone local applied, but my boss is local" "well, I guess I better let you go, yer light turned green" and his head popped out of the car and walked away.
As for my verbage. ya. It's got words from everywhere. Grew up in NY. Went to school in PA and OH, worked in NH, NC, KY, VA, MD, and now CA. It took about about a year after leaving Bal'more to stop saying "Hon". Since my trip to Australia, I still say "mate". Such a great word, and far more polite than "buddy" or "dude".
Ok, there was some hugs of support to dish out, but there was like a million posts to catch up. VW, are you ok? Cass, very cool aunt. Dang it there was more. I'm still bitter that my 1st day off in 7, the building decides to turn off the water, and I really don't feel like venturing out without a shower.
