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Picture Postcard: Lou Costello Memorial, Paterson NJ

30 Mar

March 30, 2015

Abbott and Costello are some of my favorite comedians, and growing up I devoured their films and, when I could find it, their TV show. Later I became a fan of their radio show, and I can still recite the entire Who’s on First routine. (One of my favorite movies? Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, and the American Film Institute agrees.)

Lou Costello was born in Paterson New Jersey and never forgot his roots, even more than simply ending most radio shows “goodnight everyone in Paterson New Jersey!” and working his hometown into many routines, he gave back, funding youth centers and civic organizations.

In Lou’s honor, the city of Paterson erected a statue and memorial in his honor. I had always wanted to see it, and when I found myself in Paterson over the weekend I had to make sure to stop there. Paterson isn’t the place it once was (in fact, the police were interviewing some sketchy characters while I was there) but the statue and memorial are clean and graffiti free. And while the surrounding area is in serious need of economic redevelopment, I can say that the people there seemed to have pride in the neighborhood.

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Other Slogans Starbucks Considered Writing on Cups before “Race Together”

25 Mar

March 25, 2015

1- Want a scone with this, Whitey?

2- This is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe?

3- Go Sox

4- Draw a funny mustache on this picture of a Republican

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5- This is Starbucks. Why are we talking about race when this store is 90% white hipsters? Let’s talk skinny jeans instead.

 

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Apartment Hunting Nightmare #2: The Missing Room

17 Mar

March 17, 2015

You are looking for: A three room, one bedroom apartment. Close to the subway a must.

Picture this: Your real estate agent has just what you are looking for. Meet him at 3:00 to see the apartment. You get there and the nearest train is a couple of miles away. There is no street parking in front of the house, which is along a highway exit ramp. The building it is in has rusty children’s toys in front. This is in no way suitable, but the agent asks to you to see the apartment anyway as he made the appointment and does not want to break his word to the owner. (Of course, he has broken his word to you.) You go upstairs and see: One large kitchen, one tiny bedroom, and a bathroom. This is not a three room apartment. The owner claims that yes it is, counting the bathroom. You leave. And you never did find out what lies behind the padlocked door in the kitchen, which seemed to be set into the outside wall of this second story apartment yet was not visible from the street.

True story.

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