April 2008 issue |
Crackin' Down!!Irene & I tried out a new Italian restaurant in the neighborhood recently. We've passed it several times going to and from work, and stopped for dinner the other night. Our server at Johnny Brusco's was obviously brand new to the world of waiting tables. We ordered a bottle of red wine and I was immediately carded! I laughed, said I was flattered, and was told... "No, really! I have to see some ID!" I finally proved I was old enough to order alcohol and asked what reds they offered. She suggested the Mir-Lott! ==================== Buy Cheap, Get Cheap! I
really don't want to bitch and moan about stuff, but one company in
particular has my Irish up! It's "Mr. Sandless", a franchise
operation specializing in restoring hard wood floors without the mess
of sanding a layer off the top. The promise? The floor is first thoroughly cleaned and then any holes or gouges darkened with dirt are cleared to bare wood. Then their special chemical surface is applied, filling in all scratches and imperfections leaving a perfectly smooth, high-gloss, durable finish. The
reality? I could have gotten the same results by pouring buckets of
acrylic over the old floor without bothering to do more than sweep it
first. Actually, that method would probably have been smoother than
what we wound up with! And what was Mr. Sandless's response? I don't know. He filters all calls through an answering machine and won't return my calls. I thought I was going to save about 50-% of the cost and all of the hassle of dry sanding the floors, but instead I got ripped off for a few hundred bucks. Don't let it happen to you! ==================== |
Yo, Bro... Zup?Doing
promos for the MGM Grand in Las Vegas for about a year now, I've done
Tom Jones, Sting, Howie Mandell, and lots of other performers. But this
time, I had to get down wit my bad self and stroke a black magic carpet
ride with soul sister Mary J. Blige and the pop-top of Hip Hop, Jay
Z, together in concert! I've never felt so white in my whole life!!
Listen! ==================== A Taste of CurryI've
never been a big fan of basketball, but I've had a few times when I've
been totally excited and entertained by the game. One was when I got
to see Michael Jordan play here against the original Charlotte Hornets,
years ago. Another was a couple of weeks ago when Davidson played Kansas
for a spot in the NCAA Final Four, and I saw a kid named Stephan Curry! I admired his dad, Dell Curry, when he was with the Hornets. I met him once or twice. Nice guy, and a sincere member of the community. That was his son, Steph, I saw performing athletic miracles on the court! Kansas won that game so Davidson didn't make it to the Final Four. But then, historicaly, Davidson never made it past the Sweet Sixteen and only reached it once, about fourty years ago! This year, they made it to the NCAA final eght... 3 games away from the national championship! I live within ten minutes of Davidson, and pick up the college radio station on my TV, whether I want it or not... it's that close. And I sure am proud of what the Wildcats did this year, and of Stephan Curry for putting this sleepy little college on the front pages while keeping me on the edge of my seat. Too bad they lost. I'd have given anything to see their next game, which would have been against UNC! |
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And,
after just six months, high traffic areas are already worn down to bare
wood and look as if the floor hasn't had any care in a couple of decades!
Holy
Crap!! I heard one caller on NPR's "Talk of the Nation"
ask if anyone had bothered to check and see what the teacher did to
prompt such hatred. What!!!??? It's the teacher's fault? This
is so typical of the "Not-My-Kid" parent schools
have to deal with every day.
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