Augie

I thought my wife alone would keep Boston Market alive! Between her and the kids, they had a lot of meals there. It got to the point I couldn’t look at it any more, so she made it her lunchtime drive thru deal, hence her close relationship with the people in the window. 😂 I must say, I preferred the Boston Market phase to the roasted (a little too long) broccoli and shallots phase. That lasted for a couple years, but it’s just now making a resurgence and I’m getting a bit concerned.

Mike Brown is going to have to be medicated for what’s coming his way. He’ll cheap out eventually, I bet. It’s what he does.

Absolutely! There is only one place I will order wings, because they make them the best. Another place has the best clam chowder, while I prefer the French onion soup at another place. There is a place I visit maybe every other month, and I always get the same thing. I walked in yesterday and the bartender says “Arnold Palmer?” Yes, please. “And the fish tacos with fruit?” Now he’s just showing off or making fun of me. 😊 Along those lines, my wife once got a Christmas card from Boston Market addressed to “The Chicken Salad Lady”. 😂

I was watching Willard Scott announce all the people who turned 100 while I had breakfast before work one day. He announced a guy who lived on Hilton Head where we lived, so I perked up. I looked down at the newspaper in front of me, and the obituaries were at the back of the sports section, and there he was. So close!

I hope that would come with a plumbing upgrade!

Another way of putting it, WR’s go fast, until they don’t.

She swore she would die when she was 92, because that’s when her mother and her grandmother died. She’s 97 now. Maybe those years she abstained bought us these last few years, but I should mention she’s going to be angry if she has another birthday!

Indeed, as were her friends, the boozers! My mother couldn’t drink any alcohol for decades for medical reasons. Her friends made up for her. They were the people who had their own bar stool at the same gin mill every day, and they would hold court there.

My mother uses the term gin mill a lot. It’s where the boozers hang out. 😊 She’s 97, it’s too late for me to fix that. .

I sit at a bar almost every day….for lunch as I drink my Arnold Palmer and read my book. Somewhere along the line I got very particular about not drinking and driving. Even a glass of wine with dinner makes me uncomfortable. Fortunately, the wife barely drinks any alcohol so I have a designated driver. But to answer your question, I see adults gathering at bars with their beer and even drinking shots. That ended in college for me.

My wife’s roommate worked at Ruby’s when I met her. She was a bartender and made about $400 on a good night. We made peanuts as new kids at banks. That is why it was a little eye opening when the bartender was wearing my wife’s missing ring while slinging drinks. Live and learn. My ex-BIL once went to court because he stole a cherry tomato off a salad bar at a Wendy’s. He did it, he was confronted, I bet all he had to do was not be a jackass. But he was an entitled doctor and couldn’t just be decent to make it all go away. No, I don’t recall seeing that on the menu at the last bowling alley I attended, in Florida.

I’ll have you know I have 516 consecutive days of French lessons on Duolingo, so don’t mess with me! My dog does not look like a goat! I’ve certainly heard of it, but I was heading farther south as soon as I left for college at 17. Heck, I even had a Canadian guy in my wedding! If you want to call me unworldly, what is this Sundowner stuff I hear about?

That’s interesting. I love my beef on weck, but I’ve never had fries with gravy, and I wouldn’t even know where to go to get it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even seen it in person. 🤷‍♂️

In the early days with my wife our big night out on the town was Friday nights at Ruby Tuesday’s. We would share the sampler platter weekly, and I’d have two draft beers while she had a strawberry daiquiri and we played Galaga. The sampler platter was an important part of a perfect evening. Simple times, great memories.

Nachos are my go to….but only if they can do them right. That is rare these days. When did queso become part of nachos? A proper nacho is not made with queso! About 40 years ago we had our favorite Mexican place on Hilton Head, and they had awesome nachos! One layer of chips covered with cheddar and jalapeños, then stuck under a high heat to melt. Simple. And perfect! We were planning a trip to Hilton Head and started talking about the places we wanted to eat. About half of the 4 hour drive we talked about foods from certain places, and we became fixated on the nachos from San Miquel’s. We were obsessed with them and decided to go there before we even check into our condo. We went straight to the restaurant and ordered the nachos. We were told “we took those off the menu on Tuesday.” WHAT? They did have some piled up nacho crap with queso, but I wanted MY nachos. After 40+ years they take it off the menu 48 hours before I arrive? They caved and made them for me, but it was the beginning of the end for nachos for me. I still make flat chips (rounds) with cheddar and jalapeños on most game days. <nacho rant over>

I hate it when that happens…..

I’m not arguing, because I don’t even pretend to “study film” on any of these guys. But I thought it was ironic that NFL.com has the NFL comparison for Mikel Williams as a Mr Gregory Rousseau.

Should we still watch, you know…..just in case? We all need some forgiveness!

My wife will tell you that was our record in consecutive seasons when we were first married (1985). She asked me “Why do you do this to yourself???” Now she proudly wears a Bills shirt that says “I Married Into This.” We enjoy these Bills, and hope they get over the top one year. But it won’t ruin my life if that never happens. We’re enjoying the ride. .

And yet, we were 3 points and a few questionable calls from the Super Bowl. I hope we can suck much like that next year, with a couple things going our way for a change. I’m glad I don’t let this stuff make me miserable.

My mother is 97 and she’s almost impossible to call. She won’t hear the ring or be able to answer in time. My sisters try at call but almost never get thru. Fortunately, she’s in a nursing home now with full time care so we no longer have to worry about her being on her own. Having said that, I have absolutely no idea what happened in this situation. RIP

The first color TV I ever saw was at Jack Kemp’s house. I went to 3rd grade with his son Jeff. That was pretty cool! He had a toy chest full of AFL game balls, and even spent quite a few years in the NFL himself.

Being an adult all the time can be so exhausting. Maybe a little rant will help. 🤷‍♂️

I looked him up and noticed he had missed time, and that would explain it. Save him for the Chiefs or the Browns.