John The Caterer, Trailer Park |
When I were a kid, there were only Spring Break. There were no Winter Break. But now I have a kid, and there's this Winter Break. One week in the middle of April is now a second (or is that first) week at the end of February. And somebody's gotta take care of that kid. So the boy and I head to Montauk. Along the way we stop off at Mastastico for a spell to eat pizza, play dinosaur and read the local realty. Along the way we stop off at Coffee Cup's to pick up a finger-touched Takayama. Along the way we eat lamb stew, fried fish and a sundae at O'Murphy's. I could get used to this Winter Break thing.
4 comments:
I love it. Mastic in the house.
Just you wait. Invert the last sentence...
love the way you wrote here.
-kpf
great all the way around
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