Tag: Memories
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I’ve Got the Golden Ticket
The day after I retired from the oil industry, I took the train out to a suburb of Philadelphia to take a dance class. I know the woman who teaches the class; she lives a few blocks away from me in the city. I bought a one-way ticket because the teacher offered to drive me…
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A Walk to Remember
I was raised on America’s Most Wanted and Law & Order. So I approach all life situations carefully considering the odds of my getting kidnapped, raped, and/or murdered to an arguably (and admittedly) irrational degree. I don’t mind telling you that I am scared of the country. Even the suburbs creep me out a little…
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Common Courtesy is Dead
Common courtesy has died a horrible death and common decency is on life support. If I ever become President, I will mandate that everyone, I don’t care who your dad is, EVERYONE will be required to spend at least six months working in either a restaurant or in retail. I believe that will make a…
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Hey, Remember That Time I Met Mark Wahlberg?
I had graduated from Drexel University with a Master’s Degree in Interior Design with no job offers and no job leads. I was working as a hostess at two high end restaurants in Philadelphia. One of those restaurants was the steak house chain, Smith & Wollensky’s. Summer being their slow season, there wasn’t much need for a…
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Summer of ’05: Part II
As I mentioned last time, I worked my face off that summer. I once worked a whopping 22 shifts straight before taking a day off. I was working as a hostess in a restaurant that was, at the time, one of THE most popular places in Philadelphia. How popular, you ask? 500 covers (or people,…
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Summer of ’05: Part I
As we enter into the home stretch of summer time, I think now is as good a time as any to tell you some tales from one of the stranger summers of my adult life. The summer of 2005 was a weird one. I’d graduated from Drexel with my Masters, but was still working in…
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Hey, remember that time we got caught reading Playgirl on an airplane?
* Names have been changed to protect the married with three kids. In my second senior year of college, I decided to go to Atlanta for Spring Break with my friend, Kerri Jackson. How I miss the ruckus and public spectacle that was Kerri Jackson in the ’90s. A girl who could keep pace drinking…
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Hey, remember that time we got flashed on the way to see Schindler’s List?
I feel the need to start by saying that Schindler’s List is a great movie. Gripping, dark, brutal realism at its best; a Holocaust movie that Gene Siskel said will “simply and forcefully place us there”. Totally what you want in an afternoon spent with your Italian, Catholic grandmother. I can only assume it’s what…