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| Not as lean, not as mean, Still a Marine  |
I like to visit the Intrepid each time I go down there for work. Seems like I find new things each time. Other than that? I stay on the the other side of the river. I shall respect you until you open your mouth, from that point on, you must earn it yourself. | |||
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1960, I left the Navy and started working for Bell Labs in NYC. McSorley's was one of our regular Friday after work meeting places. Mugs of draft were two for 35¢, and a large platter of rye bread, onion slices, and limburger cheese was ridiculously inexpensive. Men only, at that time. הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים | |||
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I’m with flashguy. The most memorable part of NYC was that I couldn’t find a meal that I liked. I wish I would have found that pastrami sandwich. | |||
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Make the best of it: * NYC arguably has the greatest variety and quality of food in the world; large, dense metro-areas are able to support unique places to eat, either single-dish places or, places that existed in a bygone era. Take advantage, especially if you can expense it. * Some of the best museums in the entire country are in NYC. I'm a HUGE fan of the American Museum of Natural History, I can spend days in there; ask them where's the Teddy Roosevelt statue is?  * Enjoy a walk and/or, take-in a lunch along the The High Line * Lots of National Park Service points of interest, notable locations from the Revolutionary War to modern times. * Visit the Beretta Gallery store | |||
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Fighting the good fight |
... I don't think we can be friends any more, flashguy. (  ) | |||
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McSorleys was infamous when I was younger (early 20's). If we were going into the city that was always a place to drink and have a steak. I also remember a dive bar in the Village called the Red Witch. We found out about this place when we were 15. We thought it was a great place to get served under age. Drinking age at the time was 18. We stopped going when someone slipped out with a beer mug and when we got home we measured how much beer came in a pitcher that we paid $5 for. Turned out the pitcher held a quart of beer. That was a lot of money in 1968. Living the Dream | |||
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| Thank you Very little  |
We were sitting at the bar one late afternoon, finished up work, having a couple of beers, quiet afternoon, and up jumps the bartender over the bar with a baseball bat and runs out the door. In a typical NY attitude, nary a customer blinks, nobody does nothing, a few glances up and back to drinking their beers. 10 Minutes later he comes back, mounts the baseball bat under the bar, apparently someone was robbing the store next door, he said the UPS guy was coming in the back, he caught the robber trying to escape, tossed him to the ground and was sitting on him waiting on the cops. NYC, got to love it.... | |||
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| Little ray of sunshine  |
Yeah, he seems like a good guy, and then he says stuff like that.  The fish is mute, expressionless. The fish doesn't think because the fish knows everything. | |||
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| Little ray of sunshine |
My dad used to tell this story: He was walking in Manhattan on one of the east-west streets. A mounted cop comes up on his running horse. The cop jumps off the horse, hands my dad the reins and says: "Hold this horse." He hold the horse, and the cop runs into some restaurant or bar - whatever it was. A few minutes later, the cop comes out and says "thanks" and rides off. The fish is mute, expressionless. The fish doesn't think because the fish knows everything. | |||
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| I'd rather have luck than skill any day  |
well, when you gotta go, you gotta go.  | |||
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