Son, does Chuck appear to be reticent about calling this sort of invincible ignorance out to the point that he would create an alter ego? As I have said, and will continue to say, I have no other screen name from which to post. I am my authentic, dead self and no amount of wish casting on your part can change that.
I swear, back in 86-87, when I was the toast of Broadway and before Esposito shipped me off to the Nordiques, thereby destroying my career, my sobriety, my knees and my marriage, me and the Missus went to a cocktail party in Scarsdale, which wasn't far from our practice facility in Rye and the condo we were renting in Harrison. I wasn't up for it, but Kelly Kisio's wife had pulled the Missus into the Junior League or some such nonsense, and she was amped to go. Anyhow, all I wanted was a can of Old Vienna, which was my preferred brand, but hard to get south of the 49th parallel. You'd at least expect that a gathering of classy Westchester broads would serve something decent, like a Lowenbrau or a Moosehead, if only to keep the suffering husbands happy. But no, all they had was chardonnay. It was like the 9th ring of Hell. Anyway, you all sound like that gaggle of overeducated harpies. I think the term the kids use is "caucasian wine women", which come to think of it, is a group that will comprise 90% of the Democrat base if the party insists on continuing down its current path.
At least my anecdote has a happy ending. Tony McKegney showed up and one of the wine women thought he was a car thief and called the cops. Pierre Larouche and Larry Melnyk were upset at this overt racism, so we all piled into Willie Huber's Grand Cherokee and rolled over to the Candlelight Inn and got blotto on pitchers of Genessee Cream Ale while eating at least 100 pounds of chicken wings. I can tell ya, the charter flight the next day to Detroit was the smelliest of my professional career, and I think Melnyk could have been tried at The Hague for the crime against humanity that he committed in the aft bathroom.
