Errant pizza slice, Oct. 8, 2011.
Site of errant pizza slice (shown above), Oct. 10, 2011.
Boots without feet.
Bras without boobs.
Goat considering product from the "Men's Shop at Ulta."
Neuro Bliss bottle and it's shaped like a marital aid.
I suspect these here (ahem) tenderloins haven't said "moo" for a long, long time.
Mac's Backs may be the only book store in the world that has a copy of my novel (out of print) next to a work by my brother John.
Yet another secret force slowly and quietly descending upon us.
Photo snapped in the garage of father of Goat. Forest City? Sanka?
Really?
Sock emergency on the road.
They
jingle jangle jingle.
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22 comments:
Woohoo look at those boots.
Cowgirl Up!
Wow. There was a Forest City in Rocky River when I was a kid- that place has been gone a long time.
I can't help but wonder if someone ate that slice of pizza lying out on the pavement there. I think any college age person who had been out carousing would consider it fair game.
danb
I've said it before and I'll say it again--I LOVE "Harvey and Eck"--one of the most engaging and satisfying books I've ever read. And I read A LOT. So if you are a fan of our hostess and you haven't yet read it, find you a copy SOMEWHERE (I believe it is available for e-readers?) and cozy up to it.
I was thinking I'd ring up Mac's today and order me a copy Mrs. C.
Local Geography Question:
Does Cleveland Heights loom over Downtown or something or is that just what the developer named it?
TY.
RJ
I have a pair of boots, Alph. They've got to be 20 years old (JEEZ!). Whenever I start browsing for new ones, though, I only like ones that look like the ones I already have, which still work just fine (thank-you-very-much).
So erin no buy no new boots no time soon.
Dan: That Forest City was on Center Ridge, right down the street from Westgate Mall. Used to take the 55 line over to that end of town.
THANK YOU Mrs. C. It is completely out of print, but who knows--if The Irish Hungarian does well, maybe I can get a publisher to put Harvey & Eck back out there.
Cleveland Heights rocks my face off, RJ. So does Mac's Backs. You ever come to CLE and I'll happily give you the deluxe tour! It's a first ring suburb to CLE with incredible vintage housing stock and tons of culture. It's on the East Side. Hence, I have to show my Passport before they'll let me in. Fortunately I know most of the gatekeepers.
Shit. I hope Philbilly shows up soon.
I've seen "Harvey and Eck" available at Amazon used. And yes Mrs. C, it is a good book. As well as being a good story, Erin manages to pull off a somewhat unique writing style that ordinarily doesn't play well at all. Even Irwin Shaw stumbled with it when he employed it in "Beggar Man, Thief".
Mens spurs? as opposed to womens spurs?
I like spurs...
Requested your book in digital form...would like to read it...Amazon and B&N both have it...it's going to fly off the shelves now...self promotion is good...
1. @RJ Clevo Hts does indeed rock and does indeed loom. You gotta go up a big ass hill to get to the gatekeepers.
2. Those tenderloins are disturbing.
3. My husband and his badass buddies used to wear spurs on their motorcycle boots. The intent was not to jingle jangle jingle however.
4. I am stumped trying to figure out how the pizza ended up consorting with lemon wedges.
"Men's Spurs," to spur men or only for men?
Erin:
Pizza+Lemons=a metaphor for someone's political aspirations?
Spurs-please see my previous post re: fetish catalog
MR
i'm also wondering about men's spurs vs. women's spurs. and where are the chaps? and whips?
Thanks, alph.
GM: I wonder if women's spurs go dingle dangle dingle?
Thanks so much Judy!
Jo: I'd eat pizza w/lemons before one of those tenderloins.
Mike: I'm sure you could use them to spur men. Some men might even pay you for the service.
MR: Poor Herm the Squirm, the two photos are a painful metaphor for him, no?
rraine: jeez. dunno. You peeps sure keep me on my toes. Next time I'll be more thorough!
Okay, so bras without boobs, boots without . . .
I am thinking of lady without . . .
The other day I was at this restaurant and there was this sign, cook wanted
and I said to my husband,
hey, look
a sign
cock wanted.
Yeah, okay, I misread all the time . . .
If you'll recall, I purchased Harvey & Eck, and enjoyed it.
Ah, yes, Forest City. I remember that big ass one on Brookpark Road, and a smaller one across from Parmatown. No longer in the hardware business, it still exists as a developing firm, one of the largest in the country, I understand. Trivia note: Before it existed as a private business, Forest City was a nickname for Cleveland, due to the fact that for a major metropolitan center (at least we USED to be a major metropolitan center), we have an unusual number of trees.
Nin, I like your sign version so so so much better.
Kirk, I do indeed remember and thank you to this day for dropping by and saying hello and buying a copy of the book--truly.
The pizza/lemon photos remind me of The Rolling Stones "Monkey Man":
"I'm a cold Italian Pizza,
I could use a lemon squeeze..."
Love that song.
"I always have an unmade bed,
don't you?"
Eat the pizza, leave the lemon. Good life advice. Loved Forest City growing up - going there with my dad, the smell of freshly cut lumber.
Thanks.
DDP: now I have to go download it. I can't believe I don't have it!
Happy: If memory serves (and that's a big "if"), there was a Loews theater and a Brown Derby adjacent to it. Gram used to take Johnny and me there. Those carafes of coke seemed so indulgent back then. I'd sip from a straw and wonder about the goings-on in the mysterious Luv Pub.
~~wow~~
Neuro Bliss: Happiness in every bottle. Can you get a couple cases down to the people at occupy Cleveland?
Erin-
No aisle of boobs without bras?
MR
Bill: we're going to get a bottle over to you.
MR: Now that would be a very popular aisle. They could put it next to the Jello.
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