STARBUCKS MORNING

You see, this is why the Rover is the Rover and I'm merely left in Bay Ridge: I stopped by the Starbucks on 85th several times last week with my daughter as we made our way to the playground. I asked when the would be closing and I was told "sometime in May."

The Rover stops by and he's told the real scoop: the end of this month.

Now that school is back, the Starbucks on 75th is overrun with school kids everyday after the final school bell. I can't wait to see what it'll be like once the 85th street Starbucks shutters.

And overheard at the Starbucks on 75th this morning:

"Once a priest lies to you, you're done."

How very true.


(Photo courtesy: my breakfast table)

MEMORIAL DAY

So there we were, the wife, the daughter, and myself, enjoying the oldest Memorial Day parade, when we saw Richard Mr. Cranky Martin. He had his dog on the mechanical pony and an American Flag behind the dog. Martin then declared, "Ten dollars a picture."

And me without a camera or ten dollars.

Thankfully the Rover has an old picture of the spectacle - sans American Flag.

God bless the USA.



Photo pilfered from the Rover

ROVER, I MEANT ROVER

Evidently my new year resolution to start drinking earlier in the day has been paying off. I have now referred to Rover as Righty. Twice.

So to make up for it, I give you Rover, Righty, Whitey, and the Phantom.