Normally, a long weekend means it’s time to purchase enough food to allow me to remain indoors for three consecutive days.
But this time, I went to New York for five days. See what happens when you get out of the house? Free bobblehead.
Chicken parm at Patricia’s in the Bronx – two miles from where I was born. The mother ship calling me home.
Also at Patricia’s: gumbas slurping down pasta during the Jets game. The most Bronx thing ever.
Ollie on my high school’s 50-yard-line. Yes, my school stole the logo from the University of Georgia, but they stole it from the Green Bay Packers. Two wrongs make a right.
My entirely white hometown just got even whiter.
