Yesterday Barbara and I took the subway into the City and spent the afternoon wandering around Soho, Tribeca and the Village. I’m still at the stage where I have virtually no idea where anything is in the City, or what the different parts have to offer, so this was little more than a dismounted [...]
Wanderings within the Village
Brooklynese
Oh, and apparently you don’t have to worry about Brooklynites thinking you’re making fun of them when you speak Brooklynese. I keep speaking in a clipped manner, adding the occasional ‘Fuhgedaboudit’, and expecting to get called on it. Nope. The conversation continues on, apparently with no one the wiser.
I don’t think being 6′ 3″ and [...]
My New Favorite Term
‘Fuggedaboudit’ is a legitimate word in Brooklyn, and is used in everyday conversation. As a soldier, I actually understand it’s use pretty well. It’s very similiar to ‘hooah’, which is routinely used in the Army, and essentially means everything except ‘no’. Fuggedaboudit is even more versatile. It is a comment without equal, in that it [...]
Ready to Roll?
Hey all! After years of reading my brother Hugh’s excellent blog, I decided to have a go at it myself. In deference to his surf.bird.scribble, here is biker.dog.ramblings, and I hope it’s half as good. I have no idea where this is going, but perhaps it will at least be a outlet and an exerise [...]
