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Live free & DIE and some surely will.
Kind of sad & weird.
I don’t think I have ever had ‘Chick-Fil-A’. So, I am NOT sure what I am missing. Yes, I have heard stories. I just looked. The nearest one to I is in Nashua, which is 90-minutes away. Hhhhm! The next time I am down South I will have to keep an eye.
I heard the story about these College kids that desperately wanted some ‘Chick-Fil-A’ chicken, on my radio, during my morning walk. That it was Albany Airport resonated. I think I have only flown into Albany Airport once (and I am sure I have never flown out of it). But, that was a pretty special flight for I. One I still remember — 52-years later. Yes, it was in 1968! 52-years ago. So, why was it so special. First airport I ever flew to on MY OWN. I was 14. Not sure exactly how it came to be. We, my adoptive parents and I, were travelling in New York state — we living in Buffalo, NY, 1967-1968. We were in NY city, by car. We were driving back to Buffalo, via Albany. Somehow my father had a ticket Albany, which he didn’t want or need. I convinced him to let me use the ticket and fly from LaGuardia to Albany — and for them to pick me up. He agreed. It was to be my Summer adventure. First flight on my own. I had been flying, frequently, all my life. But never on my own. It worked out. It was an adventure. I waited at Albany for them to arrive. So, that was the main reason this story piqued my interest. ‘My’ airport. I am sure there was no ‘Chick-Fil-A’ in 1968.
These kids should have had the gumption to first call up ‘Chick-Fil-A’ before they pooled their money to buy that $98 ticket.
‘Chick-Fil-A’ would have brought the food out for them. Now we all know. I am sure they are going to be doing a roaring business — following this publicity and now that everyone knows that they will deliver.
Only in America.
I have, alas, been suckered into previous trade-in SCAMS by B&H. They are not dealing in good faith. From what I can see there are just trying to get your contact information and then say that they are not interested in your trade-in.
So, I am not going to bother, though I do have a rather nice Sony a7 II to trade-in. Instead, I am going to sell it myself. I hate being scammed.
This from what I gather is basically ‘odds and ends‘ of no ‘great’ value — though all of those terms are relative when you are dealing with the likes of the Rockefellers.
As the above ‘MDI’ article points out in the 4th paragraph 1,500 items were already auctioned off at Christie’s in New York for a staggering $833 Million. Yes, you read that right; $833 Million. Close to a Billion.
I doubt that there will be any bargains at the August 17th auction in Northeast Harbor. The whole Acadia area, Northeast Harbor in particular, has an abundance of money, much of it, like the Rockefeller’s, old money. So, cash and cheques will be flying. Plus there will be sentimentality and those hoping that they might be able to make a profit reselling. So, I don’t plan to be there. Long drive.
But, I wanted to make sure that YOU knew about it. Happy bidding.
Check Categories ‘Acadia’.
But, the Austrian Tourist Board using his nudes to promote travel to Austria and that is not going down well in certain puritanical quarters.
While it would be crass to call his nudes controversial, they sure are provocative — and that is both good and bad. They definitely attract attention, which is beneficial but it also means that some folks will take umbrage to them.
That the Austrians got the necessary permissions and permits from NYC is a miracle in its own right. Even if they are now forced to take the ads. down, Austria shure would have got their monies worth, if not more from the added publicity they managed to garner. It is very possible that they actually bargained that they might be able to provoke a controversy and with that lost of media coverage. Well they succeeded.
I have been meaning to write about this for years …
We eat out a fair amount — twice this last week. Each time I noticed that you no longer get any ‘munchies’, let alone bread, ahead of your appetizers. Just the drinks your order.
It was very different, of course, just 5-years ago. There were restaurants that were RENOWNED for their complimentary bread. Remember the bread and oil phase.
Of course restaurants are saving a MINT on this — and people will be ordering more since they can’t fill up on bread.
Yes, I can appreciate that things got ‘tricky’ with all this gluten-free, nut-free requirements. But, you would have thought that they could have been resourceful. Yes, of course, the cost savings would have been hard to resist.
I do know one thing. This started to happen post 2013 — around the same time I went on my low-carb diet. That is probably the reason I don’t notice it as much.
I just can’t remember whether this ‘no bread’ dictum is also true on the West coast. I was last there 2-years ago and can’t remember the bread situation. PLEASE let me know. I would love to update this post. Maybe even create a ‘bread’/’no-bread’ map of the U.S.
OK, I am going to get ambitious. I am going to ask around … the World.
Check Category ‘Restaurants’.
Despite the timing it is NOT directly related to the ‘ball tampering‘ scandal, THOUGH Steve Smith could end up, ironically, as “Fox Sports” commentator. That is how I got to learn about it. Smith was in New York talking to “Fox Sports”. There is no shame these days.
Channel 9, Kerry Packer’s station, is losing rights to Test Matches after 40-years — bar the 2019 Ashes in England, which was exempt, because it had been previously negotiated.
“Fox Sports” has muscled in.
End of what was a long era.
So much of cricket today, One-Day Internationals in colored clothing and T20, can be traced back to Kerry Packer and his “World Series Cricket” in the late 1970s. I hated Packer for what he did to my beloved cricket at the time. Decades later, when everything was finally patched up, I grudgingly forgave him since he wasn’t all bad. He must be rolling in his grave.
Anywho … Now you know what is happening Down Under.
Check Category ‘cricket’.
They say that people remember when they were when they heard that President John K. Kennedy had been shot on November 22, 1963. I do too. I was in Ceylon, all of 10-years old. My adoptive father got a phone call. I don’t know from whom. Then he came and sat down and said: ‘President Kennedy had been shot‘.
I was 27-years old when John Lennon got killed. I remember that more graphically.
We, and by that I mean MOST Brits living in Great Britain at the time, did not hear about the tragic shooting until the next day, Tuesday, December 9, 1980. That was because the shooting took place in New York at 10:50pm U.S. Eastern Time. It was already Tuesday morning in Britain.
I heard the news, that totally shattered me, on my company car radio, around 8am, while seated in traffic, in north London trying to get to work at ITT in Cockfosters. I can still see it in my mind’s eye. Me sitting in traffic. Yet another damp, dark, dreary December morning. It was all shades of grey and brown. I sat there in shock.
Wow. 37-years ago.