The other day I was thinking about my good friend who sadly passed away in 2016.
We had some great times together and but two of them stand out. His induction into the Canadian Radio Hall of Fame and our weekend together in the Big Apple.
It was a brisk cool morning just like you would expect in New York in early November but the iridescent brightness of the different colored leaves on the trees made our run breathtaking in more ways than one.
While strolling by all the Broadway theatres we almost did the unmanly thing of buying a couple of tickets for a Broadway musical but the $350 dollars price tag to see “Jersy Boys,” kept our manhood intact.
Little did we know that it would turn into an adventure that we’d never forget.
He told us that there were a bunch of good places to eat on “restaurant row” which was within walking distance, and a couple of blues clubs that were only a short cab ride away so we were all set.
Once we got to “Restaurant row” we checked out all the menus hanging on the windows and finally decided on Italian which turned out to be a superb choice.
Little did I know that we’d end up closing the joint.
When we found a couple of stools at the bar we ordered up a couple of house reds and as we looked around we noticed that even though the women didn’t look like they played for the other team, the only guys in the place were a couple of sailors and us.
As we sat there listening to the music while checking out the excellent view the patrons were providing all of a sudden a server reached over me and grabbed a microphone and started singing harmony.
There were microphones everywhere so they all sang background parts as they walked around serving food and drinks.
Then it started getting even better after I returned from the restroom and discovered a woman sitting on my stool chatting Gary up.
Hell, even the sailors sang a couple of tunes as all the ladies yelled, “Take it off, take it off.”
I don’t remember much after that but when I woke up late the next morning with my head pounding and asked Gary what the hell happened he said, “Well we were having a wonderful time until the ladies started buying us Tequila Shots and had their hands all over us.”
And leave we did and as we wobbled our way back to the hotel, Gary told me that it was 3:00 am.
It takes a hell of a woman to distract a man from his destiny and I think I may be ready to be distracted.
Speaking of strong women, Cami’s Grandma once said to me, “Any man can be a father but it takes a hell of a man to be a Daddy.”
Success is not measured by how much drama it took to get there.
It’s not your parents, your teacher, or your mentor, it’s you.
Is Johnny Depp really the first man ever to win an argument with a woman?
According to Hollywood, soon, all the presidents will be females, and all the armed forces commanders plus the judges will be black. Good fucking luck.
Regrets, yeh I have a few; I wish I hadn’t divorced my wife, had a better relationship with my son Curt and hadn’t gone 10 years without talking to my brother. Other than that, I’m rockin’ man!
Everybody looks at their situation from their side of the table but it’s those who see both sides who own the table.
Geo: Not a problem, Eugene.
Geo: They sure have, Barry along with ratings and billing.
Geo: True Dat Cat!
Please explain your reasoning Uncle Geo’? Energy, Matter, and Time are all that are for sale. Eggs-sell-ant as usual! (War)
Unc Geo: You can’t buy any extra time from Father Time, Little Jim. Tick Tock, Tick Tok.
Jim Hilliard Jr.: Ahhhh, now grasshopper understands…
Unc Geo: Knew ya would! 🙂
Geo: Probably a lot of my blogs are like that George because it’s the way I see things, kinda like how all the TV newscasters do it.