Sunday Evening Post

Pictures from the week.

Homemade pesto, just like mama used to make!

(Actually, mama never made pesto - but she did whip up a mean batch of pork chops with sauerkraut and provolone cheese - it smelled like feet and tasted like it, too).

 My nephew graduated from kindergarten during the week.  Let me tell you, it was rough for him going into the last days.  He had to pull back-to-back all-nighters for his coloring and numbers finals, but he aced them.  He graduated top of his class, Magna Pina Colada.

"You might not ever get rich

But let me tell ya it's better that diggin' a ditch.

Workin' at the car wash yeah!"

Rose Royce

 Facebook Spam has evolved into a whole new awesome entity all its own.  We can't decide if that's a real baby with an impressive head of hair, or a baby doll with an unimpressive weave.

Believe it or not, it looks as if we are actually going to build our new house.  The game plan is to have a corrugated metal roof and red corrugated metal siding.  That's right - a modern chicken coop. 

 Here is the three dollar shirt I wore to our favorite pizza joint...

 ...and here is the shirt I traded it for.

If you are in the area, you have to check out La Dolce Vita Bistro -

and if you go, wear a Brooklyn shirt and they'll swap for it.

 At first glance, my wife thought the sign said "Free Wife."  Turns out it was just free wifi, but I went on my own later just to make sure.

 Mountain Dew went all retro and put their old logo on twelve packs.  When I was a youngun', my first Mountain Dew was in a green glass bottle and this hillbilly's mug was on it.

It cost a quarter, too.

 "You can judge a man's character simply by the type of lollipop he takes at the bank's check-out line".

-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Hey-

wait a minute.  It just dawned on me.

Would a tobacco company get away with calling a product "Jew Man" or "Black Man" or "White Man"?

Probably not.

(Hold on - I gotta spit).

Pirates are winning ball games.

Check them out.

See you next week.