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From the platoffs I will never recover. Never. That schlemile, Grady Klein (don't tell me from Little, I knew his mishpuha back when!), a manager he calls himelf! A candy store he couldn't manage. The Red Sox had that last game sewed up and who blew it? On;y shady Grady, that's who. Take this pitcher out, put that pitcher in. Why not just tell them to give the Yankees the damn game?

Good rant, MA !!

Hey everyone, I met MA and he's a real person. He joined me and my family for a wonderful feast of Italian food in Boston. Great food, company, conversation, and a short walk to see Paul Rever's house. Thank you, Merry Andrew!!

AND, I met Roberta in NYC, and she's a real person too, but I already suspected it since we have talked by phone. She also provided dinner venues (French the first night, Italian the second . . . so delicious and plentiful!) We conversed till the cows came home! (Ooops, wrong image for NYC.)
And she flagged down the taxis and made sure that I got back to my hotel. Thanks, good friend!

I think their respective cities should be paying MA and Roberta for all these courtesies. I had a great trip!

S.F.

Hi, Seattlefriend! Glad you got home okay. Loved meeting some of your family, too. My best to everyone.

Hey, Andy, Kvetch, kvetch, kvetch. You want I should fall into a depression. You want I should maybe have a stroke. You want I should have heart failure. The Yankees had to win. Okay, so that Brady person didn't make the best decision. Nobody's poifect.

Hey, Seattle, I can vouch for your reality just as well as you can vouch for mine. What's not to be real? I'm a person, just like everybody else.

Hey Noo Yawk, thanks for vouching for me!
You bet I'm a person, or is it a poy-son?? The spelling is tricky on that one i'nit? If I spell it with an 'I' , it comes out 'poison' eeek! Or, if I add an 's', I become a fish (en français.)

Seattle poisson

Well I'm gornisht helfn, I admit that I like the raisin bagels sold in plastic. So, should I ver derharget? Call me an alter kaker, but I can't help myself!

MA, I was in Tucson recently and called the San Francisco Cafe. A recording said that the number was no longer in service. Sob.

The next time you go, do be sure to check out Tohono Chul Park on Ina Road about a block west of Oracle. It used to be an estate which almost went to a developer. It is now a lovely park with trails lined with desert plants indentified with markers. Shaded rest areas, lots of humingbirds and examples of what the Indians ate and used in their cooking.

To top it off, they have a tea room with tables inside and many more outside, with wonderful food, including breakfast. Bagels? I don't know. It is a hidden treasure!

Jeanne, boobie, do I get to see you when you travel? Nooo! I should be so lucky. Do I get to see all these wonderful people? Alivay. Will you go to the San Francisco gathering? Please say yes.

Diane alte goil --

Check yer memory banks -- you are the one that got me started on this travel craze! You and your tempting invitations You -- thass who!

I'll never forget meeting you and eBeth and Patty and Regina and BJ and Armadillo and Val in Tucson! What fun!
It was my first meeting of abuzz people. Thanks for reaching out, and thanks for organizing it

Seattlefriend

Hey sweetie, yes I remember!!! I'm just greedy. Any chance to see you makes me want to be there.

When is the San Francisco gathering? I can't make any promises at this point, but if I at least know the date, I can think on it.

S.F.

Terrible news about that Tuscon resataurant, Diane. So maybe they didn't pay the phone bill and the place is still there?? I know where Ina Road is in Tuscon. You take it from Oracle to get to the Interstate. But this place you're talking about, it must be new. I don't remember it. There's some sort of a huge barn of a roadhouse/dance floor/nightclub in that vicinity, though.

Andy, boychick, (I love saying that) the cafe is still there, just empty looking.

You have to look for the sign to Tohono Chul--it isn't really well marked, but you should easily see it if you are looking. Here's a link:

http://www.tohonochulpark.org/

Diane, Kudos on the Yiddish. I need my grandma to translate for me. Oy. Not gonna happen.

Speaking of Arizona, my cousin left the east to make bagels in Tempe, Arizona. Last I heard, he's a cowboy. He should live and be well.

Oy, Boidy! A cowboy with a Bronx accent!

Tempe should give a few Bronx cheers for a real bagel maker. Does he make them with jalapeno peppers?

Diane, I'm confused. Tempe doesn't want good bagels? A Bronx cheer is not a good thing. If fact, it's the opposite of a cheer. This should not come as a surprise. Remember, an egg cream has neither egg nor cream. So why would you expect a Bronx cheer to be a cheer? Wanna hear a Bronx cheer? Stick your tongue out. Lower your lips onto it. Then blow. Not a nice sound, but it does tickle your tongue. Oh, is my cousin putting jalapenos in the bagels. No. He's a cowboy. He ain't making bagels. But he's still got the Bronx accent. Get along little dawgies. And instead of saying Yahoo, he says Hoo ha. Hey, what the hell? The cows don't know the difference.

Tempe's a great town. Visited there a few years ago--no bagels at that time, but I did find a decent brew pub.

Your cousin can fill a valuable role there, Roberta!

D'art, He's riding the range. Not cooking over one. I don't know what happened to the bagel idea. He always wanted to be a cowboy. Now he is one. A bit long in the tooth, but a cowboy nevertheless.

Guess I misunderstood. Riding the range sound more fun than baking bagels, that's for sure!

all this talk of bagels! I've only had the supermarket ones which you condemn and they were seriously heavy! are bagels meant to be?

The same supermarket does Chollah bread which i absolutely love. I thought it was Italian when they first starting making it until a Jewish colleague put me straight

Vivien, Bagels can chewy, and even a bit tough. But I never thought of them as heavy. Even the old-fashioned kind didn't seem heavy.

Now matzoh balls, on the other hand, can cause some indigestion. Mel Brooks once said that he ate a matzoh ball that was so heavy it sat under his heart for years. He named it Harold.

Good challah is heavenly. I miss having it. My grandmother used to make it every week for the Sabbath. She would always give me a bit of dough to play with. I made a little challah, but it never looked right and it never tasted the same as my grandma's challah. She was a splendid cook and baker. Uh oh. My mouth is starting to water.

I happened - honest - just happened to come across this joke - seems on-topic: