Gone East

This pic.
is it Harvard Square ??

Please go to the bad chinese restaurant in Harvad Square -- not the one we always used to go to because it's now gone, but the new one we went to last September that is now our traditional spot -- and order a shitload (sorry, Mrs. Hodgson) of appetizers and pack them in dried ice and ship them out to me. Don't forget the duck sauce.

And by the way, I'm out of Marshmellow Fluff. I'm gonna need some of that shipped out here as well.

I'm hesitant to respond to Shermy's comment , knowing him as I do, but oh well...are you trying to tell us they don't have marshmallow fluff out in CA....how primitive. And on another comment you said JGH2, it's JGH3

Fluff? Yes, we have no Fluff out here. Also -- no Dunkin Donuts, no duck sauce, no white-trash appetizers at the chinese restaurants, no Vermont Maid syrup, no Drake's Cakes, no Friendly's, no Howard Johnson's, and for the most part -- no cellars. No need to warm the car up on a January morning before you drive to work. No shortage of 420 ever. No snow at Christmas, or any other day. No Kelly's on the Beach, although Ocean Beach has a very Revere's Beach quality to it, like the way that El Cerrito is kinda like Saugus. No Kennedy's. No Thanksgiving morning high school football games. No toll roads where you get the ticket as you enter and pay a caluclated amount when you get off. No Patriots Day holiday. No real cheese steaks. No one called them "elastics" and don't know what you mean when you ask for one. No hassle for being a homo or a flaming liberal. No Amtrak worth noticing. No 'er's pronounced like 'ah', nor the reverse -- they laugh when I suggest I have a good idear for the project and why don't we go discuss it over pizzer and soder and then call them (Mom alert!!!) muthah fuckahs for laughing at me like this one time when I made up a batch of fruit salad and I was giving some in a tupperware containter to law-school roomie Tommy and his friends as they were leaving for an outing and I said "I put a banana on the side to cut up later because they go bad real quick in fruit salad" and Tommy goes "What?" and I repeat "I put a banana on the side" and Tommy goes "What?" and it takes a few rounds of this plus all his friends rolling with laughter because with my accent I was saying "I put a bananer on the side" and they all thought that was so funny. No respect for an old man.

And speaking of an old man, the JGH2 was meant to insult Jack by implying that only Jack's father, who must be a very old man since JackIII is now closer to 100 than to 1, could have written such an old man's whine about traffic which is why I was trying to warn Jack that his dad had gotten into his blog software and posted something. I hate having to explain my art.

Ok...You should see me reading this last comment practically in hysterics...you are just too funny. I knew the JGH thing wasnt a typo. As far as no Friendlys, didnt Jack tell you there are hardly any here anymore...I know of only two, I think. It makes me sad knowing your sibs are behaving so badly toward you ...go get em. You are a such a great guy, its their loss if they cant see that. Keep in mind this whole process of having to get paperwork to prove the name change, slows things down for them as well...too bad they were such jerks to begin with.

Thanks for the support Beth, I appreciate it. But truth be told, I don't treat them too well either. They can't tolerate me for being different than what they can allow, and I don't tolerate them for being so inflexible. They're close-minded and they aren't really exposed to much new thinking. And even more truth be told, I'm not too good at hiding the fact that I feel superior to them.

But they make great stories. Some day Jack will post something that will give me my link (in my head -- there always is a link to my comments from the original post) to telling you the tale of the "Shitface Stories". The visit a year ago was one horror story after another, but by the time I got back and told them to my students, they had become black comedy stories that brought laughs, not shudders.

My family is good material.