The Dinosaur BBQ is looking to open a restaurant in Troy. Yay, I say!
My celebration politely ignores the fact that in decades of living in, then periodically visiting Syracuse, I have never visited the original Dinosaur. Details, details. I do have a lot of great t-shirts from there, though.
My Dad is back, and commenting on the high speed rail proposal and the current state of Amtrak. He took a train from Albany to Syracuse after bringing my new car to me, and loved it. Mostly because he had more or less a private train car.
At least, in these trying times, there’s some good news. Scripps is cutting employees, but will continue the spelling bee, on which they take a loss. This is great news–I don’t know how ESPN would have filled that time otherwise.
I have a VHS tape of the 1994 Syracuse Post-Standard spelling bee in my possession now. …
The B’ville Diner is a regular old diner located in my hometown of Baldwinsville, New York. It’s one of those places that you just sort of take for granted. It had a big remodel in the early ‘90s, I think, and it became less of a dive and more of a place where you’d actually …
My mom just told me that this morning’s delivery of the Syracuse Herald American Post-Standard didn’t show up at her apartment building until around 11 AM. Usually the delivery shows up between 4 and 5.
It turns out that the press broke down. I find it hilarious but also very clever that they got word out …
Mom: They have motorcycles hanging from the ceiling. It’s so cool!
Me: Why is it called Quaker Steak & Lube? Can you get an oil change there?
Mom: No, it’s part of the theme.
Me: Well, that’s stupid.
This is how I feel right now. I’m not sure why, since I didn’t do very much today.
I miss Wegmans an awful lot. And good thrift stores.
I was thinking that Big Bang Day would make a really great episode of Doctor Who. Well, close enough.
(Of course Martha works for CERN now. She just couldn’t get enough of having the power to destroy the entire planet at UNIT.)
Also, is it sad that this just makes me think, “I miss …