Now that the long awaited 4-day weekend has come and gone, at the blink of an eye I might add, it’s time to patiently await the arrival of Christmas and more importantly prepare for the onslaught of holiday shoppers, cranky drivers and bell ringers. Every year around this time I ready myself for the craziness of the holidays and yet it never really matters because I become caught up in the holiday fever as well.
November 29th, 2004 with 5 comments.
November 23rd, 2004 with 18 comments.
After work the other day I was feeling a bit hungry. Lately I’ve been skipping out on lunch and breakfast because either I’m too engrossed in whatever project I’m working on or I forget to bring the packed lunch (like this morning for instance).
As I’m driving down the road a thought comes to mind, “Wow, I haven’t been to Palermo’s Sub Shop in a few months. Wonder how my Sub making buddies are doing.” I pull up in the parking lot and enter the sub place and order the usual; a meatball sub with sliced mozzerella on top. After ordering I casually walk over and get a drink from the soda fountain and wait patiently while the “Sub Artist” does his thing.
November 11th, 2004 with 15 comments.
As I was sitting in the deli café the other day, waiting for my order to arrive, I casually glanced at my surroundings, breathing in the details. To my right a couple sat quietly munching on their Buffalo turkey wraps carrying on a conversation in whisper. The waitress, a patient young woman who looked to be in her mid-20s silently wiped the front counter clean, and then she smiled faintly and retreated to the kitchen.
