Jerryism #5

“IT AIN’T THE HEAT, IT’S THE HUMILITY.”
— Yogi Berra

Lately, we’ve been finding it’s not always easy to get an inside table at Peet’s.  When the weather is nice, it doesn’t matter, but on those still slightly chilly mornings (i.e., under 65F), we like to be warm and cozy… and so apparently does everyone else.  We think if we get there after 10 on weekday mornings, we should be fine.  But, that’s not always the case.

“FRANKLY, MY DEAR, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN.”
(BUT HER NAME WAS SCARLETT.)

We had another cool morning last week.  As we were leaving home, I suggested that maybe we were a little too early and would hit the morning rush.  Intending to cleverly suggest that there was no predicting the crowd and that he was willing to just deal with it, Jerry began his pithy, famous-movie-line (he thought) retort:

JERRYISM #5

“Frankly, Charlotte…”

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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