Happy St Patrick's Day to one and all and anyone visiting the Trooper York blog today. I know all of us are stuck at home because of this bogus coronavirus bullshit. I never thought that the Irish would be such pussies as to cancel the parade but things have gone to shit and there is no coming back. You know they found a snake in Ireland last week. You know they allow abortions there now. So it is all of a piece.
I have made many Paddy's day posts over the years and you can see all of them if you click on the tags. If you delve into the comments you will see a bunch of people who used to comment here but have moved on for one reason or another. Some of them are at Lem's and some have just wandered off somewhere else. Just like a bar.
I used to hang out at bars every day. Catch a lunch at the Quiet Man. Late night dinner at O"Lunney's while Junior from the Soprano's would sing Italian songs. Saturday night at Cousins to listen to Jazz. Hanging at the Last Exit with the younger crowd when I got to be an old bastard. Tons of bars. Tons of drinks. Tons of good times. Tons of crappy ones.
Paddy's Day was always crazy. It was the day when all of the idiots would come out of the wood work and get drunk and make a mess. The best description of Saint Patrick's Day is by that asshole Dennis Leary who said St Patrick's day is when a steroid using apprentice plumber from Long Island wants to kick your ass because you sat on his Jet's jacket. That just about sums it up.
We are spending Paddy's day at home. I made corn beef and cabbage with potatoes and carrots. Not a beer in the house. Still we are relatively healthy and doing the best we can. I hope that youse guys can say the same.
Happy St Patrick's!
4 comments:
Erin go bragh, eh?
I still check in from time to time. This panic is maddening, and I don't live in an urban setting. I told my wife a week or so ago that this is a test run on our civil liberties. Imagine what would be happening if they had seized our guns already.
There was a group of women pawing over the corned beef in the store when I stopped for groceries the other day, so I passed on the corned beef. We don't eat out much, but the restaurants have been ordered to only deliver or offer take out or drive-thru orders, so we're going to order take out to help the local businesses. I shut down the DQ in August 2018, so I don't have that to worry about. I would be frantic if I was still open. As good as this economy is, it will recover fairly quickly I think. If this had happened during the swine flu in Obama's dismal economy, we might be eating bark and lizards at this point. Anyhow, we ordered Thai take out. My wife said someone was paying when she got there and someone was behind her before she left, so maybe they're doing okay.
I was always told that we were 25% Irish. Then my sister took a DNA test and it said that we aren't Irish at all, but 25% Italian. My assumption is that her test applies to me and our other two siblings. Does that qualify me to join the mob? I realized a few years ago that my perfect job was a mafia hit man. 1. You enjoy your work. 2. I imagine the pay is pretty good. 3. You sometimes probably get to travel to exotic places. 4. If you don't like your co-workers...kill them. Who hasn't toyed with that idea, amiright?
So, did you really listen to Junior belting out tunes? I knew he was a singer, and he did a good job in that one episode. I don't think he sang anything in Boardwalk Empire, though.
I'm glad you're posting now and again.
I did listen to Dominic singing at the old O'Lunney's on 44th St. He had two joints that featured music. O'Lunney's Country Music on Second Avenue and O"Lunney's in the hotel across the street from my office.
Dominic was a god friend of Hugh O'Lunney the patriarch of the family and proprietor of those establishments He was around all the time and when there was a cold February night where they couldn't book a singer he would jump in and sing Italian songs. He was best known at the time for playing Johnny Ola in the Godfather. Every once in awhile he would call me up to sing some Dean Martin songs with him at the mike. All of the regulars would take a chance at it at one time or another.
I liked that bar because it was in a real low class hotel. I knew the night guy really well because I got him out of some trouble with the IRS. Every once and awhile I would get a key to a room for a couple of hours because of some bim I picked up in the bar. Good times.
I thought about your store today when I passed the local ice cream store that just opened for the season this week. They are open for business even though it is a little cold for Italian ices. There were a bunch of kids buying cones today when I went om my daily walk.
Thank God you closed down. I wouldn't want to face the problems you would have had closing and having to try to pay your key employees. It is just a shit show.
Why they stopped the economy for this bogus panic I will never understand.
That's very cool that Dominic hung out with you. Great story. Great memories.
If I were still open, I'd feel obligated to pay my full-time people. Drive-thru and take out would probably be enough to keep everyone busy. We would be operating shortened hours, but I think we could have worked it out. I was talking with my former manager and we were both saying how glad we are not to have to deal with this idiocy.
Imagine what kind of shit the government would be trying to pull if they had disarmed us first.
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