Some people are like homing pidgeons and can always find the way home. Bob Dylan is not one of them, going solo off the title of his latest bio-pic, No Way Home. But I am. Even at a young age (16) I was nicknamed Mapquest by my friends in high school. Okay, so I called… Continue reading Two Hours Later
Month: August 2005
The Meathouse Next Door to the Scrod Hut
Today I will open up with a few lines written by Sylvester Stallone from the script of his new movie, Rocky VI: Exterior-Meathouse-Night (Rocky is walking along the loading dock with Paulie) Paulie: Then ya brain's tellin' ya a bad joke- nobody's givin' you no title shot. Rocky: I know- I just wanna be in… Continue reading The Meathouse Next Door to the Scrod Hut
Driving Around Cambridge
No easy answer as to how I am already up and on my 3rd cup of coffee, awake and shakin' and already up on my 3rd arm.biz. My old roommates slept over on a palette I made up for them in the living room... I took all the cushions off the couches and made a… Continue reading Driving Around Cambridge