Nan firmly believed in carbo-loading before anyone knew the term. Mom believed in no cooking.
They prepared the sandwiches at Davies Lake in July, then froze them for five months in Nan's cavern-sized freezer on York Avenue. Nan began thawing the sandwiches on Boxing Day. She'd spread them over the top of the washing machine under wax paper.
They prepared the sandwiches at Davies Lake in July, then froze them for five months in Nan's cavern-sized freezer on York Avenue. Nan began thawing the sandwiches on Boxing Day. She'd spread them over the top of the washing machine under wax paper.
Around eleven o'clock on New Year's Eve, she'd start passing them out, as the adults listened to Guy Lombardo's Orchestra on the radio, drinking Ballantine beer and High Balls while Rory and I wrote down the Top 100 songs off WABC AM Radio and sipped Hoffman's Ginger Ale.
We'd eat two to three sandwiches each and wait for the ball to drop on Times Square. At the stroke of midnight, the family linked arms and marched to the front of the apartment. We'd open the windows, drop trow and release the Norse Wind. Our trumpets loud as a thunder-clap.
Mark your calendar. Valentine's Day, February 14th, a special Stoops to Nuts show at Ryan's Daughter, 350 E. 85th Street @ 4pm. I''ll perform sections from my upcoming full length play, "City Boy."
"My Aim Is True"
Thomas Pryor presents: Stoops to Nuts Valentine Day Show
Ryan's Daughter, 350 E. 85th Street
February 14th @ 4pm
February 14th @ 4pm
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