I'm stuck. Got nothing to talk about.
Let's try this. I turned 72 yesterday. April 16th, Is that anything to chat about? Look, when I went to bed on the 15th I was wondering what it was going to be like on the 16th. Nothing. Same old aches and pains, nothing new.
Remember when we would look forward to the big day. When the new calendars came out you would flip through the months and see what day your birthday would fall on, even though it was simple enough to figure it out unless it was a Leap year. That would freeze the brain for a minute.
If the big day fell on a weekend you would mentally work your plans for the big night, even though it was six months out. I'm gonna have a heck of a great time!
One thing I never did was take off from work on my birthday. Here's the best part. At Perfect Limo, whose ever birthday it was on any particular day, they got to choose where lunch was going to purchased from for the big day. Lunch on the bosses for everybody. Some would choose Davey's Locker, others pizza or maybe Manhattan Bagel for some fabulous pastrami sandwiches.
Me, I wanted burgers from Montvale Bowling alley, right across the street from the Octagon House. Take your Davey's burger. Me, the bowling alley had the greasiest grill that made the most delicious burger. And the fries! Followed in the same foot steps as that greasy burger. You can taste the oil dripping out of them. I sought of wonder how I made it to 72?
Funny thing is, no one ever chose to go for sushi or a salad. It was always the most fattening crap we could find.
Something that has nothing to do with food, but about the Octagon House. We got a letter the other day, in Point Pleasant, from the zoning board, pretty much off season, that one of our neighbors wants to build a cabana on their property, in a spot that probably will not be great for everybody in the surrounding homes. Maybe no one will notice it in their mailbox!
When we bought the Octagon House, back in 1998, we needed to do the zoning letters ourselves to able to run a limousine business out of the building. I believe it was around Labor Day weekend and the woman we were working with at Borough Hall, said send them out on Thursday. Surrounding us were businesses, so she said, "send them out on Thursday, no one will be around to open their mail". So we rushed, to get names and mailing addresses, of everyone within the zone.
Now, we were fortunate, because we got no pushback. Not sure if they happy to have us, or they never saw the letter.
Be safe.
John A Sutich
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