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Michael and I took a trip to the city today to see what was up. The temperature wasn’t up, that’s for sure. Since I like to tale pictures, I like to walk as much as I can. We high-tailed it out of there in a cab. Something I never do. Michael had a look of ‘Why are you hurting me Dad?” on his face and I felt guilty.
We ate at Bubba Gump’s. I always swear I won’t eat there again, but it came at the time we were coldest. They have good food, so it was ok. I had stuffed shrimp and deviled eggs, which were good and the waitress didn’t seem to mind my not wanting to play Forrest Gump trivia again. I don’t know any of the answers and don’t think I ever saw the damn movie, so back off Bubba people, we just want to eat.
There were characters everywhere, too. Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, Elmo chasing kids down the street, Hello Kitty and loads more. It was like a theme park but less crowded.
Hustle bustle. Not many dopes out on a freezing day.
Michael acting jaunty on Broadway.
I don’t do this very often at all, but this is the original Viacom photo. This is the magic of RAW and Photoshop.
Listen… it was dark out and too cold to fool with knobs at that point.
Here’s the New Year’s ball. Waiting for Dick Clark to hoist it back up next year.
This post is dedicated to my sister Jackie. Her complaining about seeing John for so many days made me get off my ass and brave the weather for any picture I could find.
For all his complaining and teenage angst, Michael does occasionally enjoy himself when he thinks no one is looking.
This was taken at DeKort Park, Lyndhurst.
The drama of Jacqueline. Up and away… her style of posing.
Oh.. found Mom again, casually standing as if nothing is going on.
The arrival of Jacqueline.
A bottle of homemade wine and BMW keys… Jackie lives in a paradox. (No, Jackie… that isn’t a brand of shoes.)
The lovely MaryJane.
Michael using his iPod to stop ‘noise’ that is other people. Especially Jackie… she’s chatty.
Sylvia and Sean. Sylvia thought this spot was the end of the runway and she was supposed to stop for paparazzi.
Late night diner run. Snacks and dessert.
Travis happy we’re going to the diner.
Michael happy we’re going to the diner.
Michael at the diner.
Disco Fries. I was going to have the Disco Duck cause there’s no stoppin a duck and his beat…
Travis at the diner feeling sleepy from chocolate cake and chocolate milk.
Though geographically undesireable, the Pompton Queen is the diner of choice for late night runs.