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I was thinking about the woman at staples, who was amazed that we moved from New York to PA.

 Then I thought, while I lived in Westchester, yes, I went to NYC, but my favorite place was the Beat.

In Port Chester.

I went there every night after work, and almost every weekend night.
One good thing was that right down the block there was a greasy spoon called Texas, where you could get great burgers with chili fries for less than $5 after 3:00 A.M.



The Beat was a hole-in-the-wall, and one of the first punk/alternative clubs outside of New York city.

It had a capacity of about 75, but usually filled to 150. Many bands of the era played there, including many appearances by the Smashing Pumpkins, Helmet, The Reverend Horton Heat

and others. These bands were scheduled to play in NYC, so you never knew ho would show up.  You could, if you got there before 6:00 (or came with me) see a band that the next night would be playing in NYC for $50 a ticket for free. or show up at 8:00 and pay a $5.00 cover charge.

For the most part, if it was not on commercial radio and it did not have a synthesizer, it was welcome at The Beat.





So why did they do it?

Gin up attendance in NYC.



The weekends were mainly DJ based until the early to mid 90's

But I stopped going there just before 1990.

You know, marriage and all, 

But the weekends were DJ based.

When I went there, I knew all the staff barmaids and bouncers, and I never had to pay the cover charge, they just let me in.
And they let me stay after closing, to hang out with the employees and the bands. I did have to mop and sweep, but that was OK.  I think they liked the idea that someone else was moping while they smoked Kools with the bands.


But, for pushing a mop, I was in after hours, drinking for free with the band and staff, having a good time  and talking with this dude.

The house DJ at The Beat from 1985 until about 1992, or maybe a year later, was














 Moby.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnj8IIY7bSk&index=5&list=RDN_Qwo8sT9U0


go figure.

TV time

Way back in 1987, the TV had a show called "Star Trek: The Next Generation".

There was a Batazoid named Counselor Deanna Troi. (played by Marina Sirtis who was in 176 episodes, 1987-1994)

The story line had her involved in a romantic situation with Commander William T. Riker (Jonathan Frakes)

End of story.





No. Just kidding.

Today I was strolling down Fern St. and I see this car.

Note the tag.

So.
What do I do?

Well I high-tail it home and print this out.

Then I fold it up so it looks like a parking ticket and place it on the windshield.
Sometimes I crack my self up.

Like last night, Mary had a few friends over, and her sister said "where is the warmest spot in the room, I always get so cold".

I said try that corner over there.

It should be about 90º

She said, really? that warm?

I said, no, no.     90º, ⊾

That time again.

Every year I drag out the tangled mess that is the "Christmas lights" and wonder why I did not do a better job putting them away last year. And half of them do not light.

Then I realize that these things go for a little over a buck these days, and I should just toss them out.
I know they are carefully calibrated, and of the finest  quality for which Chingzhau State Electrical Factory #42 is known, but a buck? vs the headache of untangling and finding the tiny bulb that caused the whole string to burn out?

I don't need that kind of trouble these days.

W.P.P.

So I was in Staples the other day.
I was explaining my dissatisfaction with a two month old printer that was no longer working. As best as I could, I stated that my anger was not about the young sales clerk, that I understood she was just doing a job.

But.

I have a printer that does not print. Which is the whole point of having a printer.

She said to take it over to Lattemer St. in Hazelton.

I don't know where that is.

Well do you know where the CVS is? on 309?

No.

 We moved here a while ago, but I still do not know my way around.

She said, "You moved here? from where?"

New York, said I.

"Oh wow! I went to New York once, but that was a field trip from High school, so we were not allowed to wander around so that dosn't count"

Whydja move here?

Witness Protection Program

She said "They really have that? I thought that was just in movies! Wait until I tell my husband! No Kidding?
How did you get into that?"

When you see Vinnie "Crazy Legs" Morlino kack someone in the back of the head with a .22 you can either hope he trusts you, or  throw in with the feds. I chose the feds.


Now.

 About this printer.

So what's up wtih uze?

So,
Thanksgiving, I shoot this sap in the kisser from 30 yards.

About 2 inches by 3 inches.
Right in the noggin. thirty yards.

Unfortunately,  there are a lot of people still alive because it is against the law to put them down.




Like,

Oh well, I can't do that yet.

But soon.




Soon.