Watching the trash truck doing it’s thing, Brody and I noticed that some trash flew out and onto the street.

Me: Oh man, that trash got out and it’s all over the street. Maybe Mr. Trash Man will pick it up?

Brody: Yeah, it’s yucky trash.

trash truck comes by for the other side of the street… and does nothing about the trash that got out.

Me: What? Mr. Trash Man didn’t pick up the mess. Shame on him!!

Brody: Yeah, he’s got shame on the truck. We put shame on him (making a throwing motion with his arm)

Another fun little dialog with the B-man…

Me: Let’s have a snack and then we’ll go to the park and play baseball

Brody: OK

Me: What kind of snack do you want?

Brody: Beer!

Year 11 has been added to our photo booth series. Every year we go to the Orange County Fair and get a photo strip of all of us piled into the booth.

It gets less comfy every year… for me at least since I’m at the bottom. But, it’s so worth it!

I lived in NY twice in my life; the first time it was from birth in Queens and in my parents first home out on East Atlantic Beach until I was just 11 months old and my parent packed us all up and moved to Australia. The second time was when we moved back from down under. I was 7 years old, and we moved back to Port Jefferson Station, on Long Island.

One of my most vivid memories of NYC was from a trip into the city to visit the World Trade Center. I’m sure it was not long after we moved back to NY that we went to visit the city, I’m guessing ’78 or ’79 (I think I was 8 or 9 years-old at the time). I remember seeing the Statue Of Liberty from the car as we drove to the Twin Towers. Read the rest of this entry »

The other day, I was hangin’ out with Brody and we had this short but funny dialogue:

Brody: (watching me finish a glass of beer) What is dat?
Me: It’s beer
Brody: Beer? Where did it go?
Me: I drank it… it’s all finished.
Brody: Oh
Me: What should I do now?
Brody: Get more beer!!!

So obvious, that a 3-year-old knows what to do!