On my way to Philly

I am on the airplane (via wi fi, so cool) heading to Philadelphia for a Arthritis conference for our daughter. Jim suggested that I should post to see if any of you East Coaster's are near Philly? We will be there until sunday, staying at the Marriott on Market street. Let me know.

You guys play nice with Jennifer...

Jen,
I'm right down the road from you. I go to Philly almost once a week or so, love to catch you for lunch, my treat. Lemme know. Mickey

dont trust those east coast guys..i heard they are all pervs.
unlike the west coast gentlemen on this site.

HEY JEN
LOTS OF HISTORICAL PLACES TO VISIT THERE

Heah, Mickey's one of them... Historical places I mean...

yes, but did you bring your rack? bob's wife jessica #1...

bob's wife jessica #1 in a series....Jennifer is a So.Cal. Gal, she don't leave home without it....and it is a sight to behold....
and I wish I beholding it...

Don't listen to them Jen, us east coaster are respectable gentleman. ;)

Jennifer - Mickey's restaurant is a great place to visit and meet other SOCers!!

Geez, I think I scared her off. Maybe lunch was too forward? ;)

Mickey, as I said earlier Jennifer is a So.Cal. Gal..you would be nothing more than a snack for her, she can take care of herself...

No doubt Vince, no doubt.

Just trying to be neighborly thats all.

I was in Philly last night, will be again tonight, small world.

However, that is a rack to behold....

I was in Philthy-delphia this morning delivering cars, Pa Tpk donation was $32.00 then got the hell out of there, donated 31.00 in NJ Tpk. tolls, dropped the rest in Kearny, Nu-Joisey and got the hell out of there, paid another $16.25 at the Gap to be able to escape back into Pennsyl-tucky. ~Alan

Alan, don't you be dissin on Philly!! You country boys are always bustin on us city boys. ;)

I just go for the restaurants. I'm in the "planning" stages for next summers renovation of the bistro. I like to go up there for inspiration for food and decor. Most of the chefs are very accomodating and very willing to share recipes, techniques, purveyors, etc... Being that Wilmington is a small city it's hard to find craftsman that do things that are found in the bigger cities. I'm still looking for someone to mill a zinc bar top for planned new bar, but there are a couple places in Philly that have them and they're on my list to hit.


Anyway, I guess Jen is playing hard to get. Maybe I should have started off with just coffee ;)

Eh! Mickey, whad youz dont no is, Iz usz to be frum Joisey n ef I git enee mor crap outda youz...I got dis here frends Joe Catulo, Rosco Quarnoccio and Gary "Boom Boom" Corino all frum Statin Gi-land.... :)

I made the trip from Beaufort to Massachusetts a couple years back without Kathy, who had already flown up, so it was just me and the two Jacks, pulling Pearl on the trailer behind my pickup. I always have the back seat area of the truck made up with a small platform so the dogs have a big area to move around and sleep in.

Anyway, we came up I95 this trip (visited with Cory and his wrench on the way thru DC) and somehow we ended up going through Pilly on the interstate - it was early in the morning, and rush hour was just starting to dissipate. We're humming along with traffic, doing about 70, dogs on the back seat, everything's fine. I look back to check on the two sleeping dogs and when I look forward again, everything's stopped in front of me for construction about 100 yds ahead.

Oh, $#!+!!!!!.......

I STAND on the brakes, pull on the steering wheel, look in the mirror and the trailer wheels are smoking, tires squealing all around, and it's still straight and it's slowing down but I don't think I'm gonna stop fully before I hit the car(s) in front of me - Oh, $#!+.....

Still, I'm pulling on that wheel for all it's worth and standing on the brake with both feet......

We finally came to a stop about one foot (no kidding) from the car right in front of us. WHEW! I look back in the mirrors and everything behind me has stopped OK, too, so then I turn around and look at the dogs and they're both crammed up against the back of the front seats and giving me a look that said:

"YOU DUMB ASS!!"

Alan, you do know my last name is Donatello, right? ;)

Mickey, did he say somethin bad about Staten Island....
I was born on Staten Island....my crew is still there...

WAIT A MINUTE
U MEAN VINCE IS REALLY AN EAST COAST PERSON
I KNEW HE WAS A RED NECK
THAT IS WHY HE HAS ALL THOSE TOOLS IN HIS GARAGE

Mickey, how fitting ...I'm LMAO
Vince, Vince, Vince, youz frum da Gi'-land eh goomba?
Crew dis...right here ~

Gerd:

Please get your regionalities straight.

A "Redneck" is, usually, someone from the deep South (you know, all those guys who fought on the "other" side in the American Civil War - Big show on PBS by Ken Burns on this) and mostly from South Georgia and the upper half of Florida (South Florida is mostly Cubans, Haitians and Columbians, now, anyway.)

Vince, on the other hand, is from New Jersey, so he qualifies to be a "Wise Guy". Has nothing to do with inherent wisdom, and a lot more to do with exactly where in Joisey he came from. Staten G-island counts for Wise Guys, as does Tri-County and most places on Long G-Island out to around Brentwood (pronounced, quickly, now... "Bren-wud", but no farther out and no place on the "Sound" shore (they're all pussies over there, anyway) and for God's sake, not "Fire Island".

Don't think Vince qualifies as a "Goom-Bah", though, being from Staten G-Island, and all, but I bet he can eat Italian food wit da bes' of 'em.

Vince!

Homesick for Joisey!!


Forgetaboudit!

Yeah Gerd, watch who you're callin a redneck!!!! We pisans get a little "itchy in the trigger finger" so be careful or you may end up getting a special delivery on your door step, like maybe a fish wrapped in newspaper. ;)

Vince, they're just jealous of us. We all know italians are better at everything!


What happened to Jen? I know there are a few rough areas in Philly but The Marriot in Center CIty isn't one of them. I'm starting to get a complex. :(

Perhaps she is in transit..or maybe someone snatched her up (or vice versa......say it slowly)
I was pretty young when I lived in the east, I hung out at Coney Island, Sheepshead Bay....mixed cement for my uncle...

Mickey wrote:

"I'm starting to get a complex"

So does this mean your buying the place ? Bwaaahahahaha !

GORDON U R FUNNY
MICKEY U R JUST JEALOUS

Working on it Alan. ;)

Gerd, Yes, I admit it, I'm jealous. You guys get to hang out with Jen. We east coasters can't even get her to respond to a thread she started. ;)


Vince,
Mixed cement for your uncle?
Relocated to the west coast?
Shhhhh....... I won't tell anyone ;)

MICKEY,
JEN SENT A PIC OF THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR RESTAURANT ON FACEBOOK TODAY.
WERENT U THERE?

Gordon, after living part-time in SC you should know that it wasn't "the Civil War". It was "The War of Northern Aggression."

And watch who you callin' a redneck, suh!

I've also heard it called "the recent unpleasantness" Talk about an understatement.


Where IS Jen??

OK MICKEY, GORDON, LANE AND OTHERS
AFTER CONSIDERABLE CONVERSATIONS WITH VINCE WE AGREE THAT THE NORTHERN EAST COAST GUYS ARE NOT "REDNECKS" JUST "YANKEE GREASE MONKEES"
LANE U SOUTHERN GUYS ARE STILL REDNECKS IF WE FOLLOW GORDONS INTERPRETATION.
ALSO FOR THE RECORD VINCE WAS BORN IN CALIFORNIA. HE WAS KIDNAPPED AT AN EARLY AGE BY A BAND OF ITALIAN GYPSIES. HE WAS DISCOVERED IN JERSEY AT AN EARLY AGE AS HIS PARENTS HAD POSTED A PICTURE OF HIM ON BOTTLES OF OBAN OFFERING A REWARD FOR ANYONE WHO HAD HIM TO PLEASE KEEP HIM. THE GYPSIES BY THIS TIME COULD NO LONGER CONTROL HIS LUST FOR NUDE PICTURES OF WOMEN AND BOYS NAMED MARK. THEY SHIPPED HIM BACK TO CALIFORNIA IN AN EMPTY CASE OF OBAN.

I believe my best Fiend Gerd is a little mistaken in his facts concerning my past....Oban was not involved at that time, it was Chivas Regal, as my true parents had no Idea what Oban was at the time...

Yankee Grease Monkey?


OK, I can live with that. ;)



Maybe we should put Jens picture on bottles of Yuengling Beer to see if anyone has seen her in Philly!!!!

Don't call me a "redneck." I was born in Connecticut, raised in upstate New York and spent most of my career years in Chicagoland. Just because I live (chose to, by the way) in TAN-nah-see, don't make me no redneck, except for my heart, soul and ummm, redneck. Glad we got that straight.

Don't forget the hat and the nickname, Hoss.

Hey Hoss, have you looked in the mirror lately?

So sorry, forgot to check my post. I can do lunch tomorrow, we are free from 12:15-2:00. Here is my number, text me if this works. 310-408-1900

:)

BTW- I love you guys :)