Fuhgeddaboudit?

We arrived home from New York (mostly Brooklyn) Thursday afternoon. New York is not my home and hasn’t been for a very long time. But it would be impossible to “fuhgeddaboudit” (forget about it) given our love for The Dowager Duchess, The Kid Brother, and a number of other very special people.

ROUGH IS RIGHT!

As for the pace, the competition for space (parking and personal), the noise, the traffic?

Oy! Fuhgeddaboudit!

THE KID BROTHER AND A NATHAN’S HOT DOG.
HE REFUSES TO ENTER THE ANNUAL HOT DOG EATING CONTEST.
ALL HE NEEDS TO DO IS EAT 70 TO BREAK THE RECORD.
THE DOWAGER DUCHESS AND AN ENCYCLOPEDIC DINER MENU.
THE DOWAGER DUCHESS’S PURPLE NAILS.
NOTE THE COORDINATING PURPLISH LIPSTICK IN THE PREVIOUS SHOT.

THE BOARDWALK, CONEY ISLAND. WHO KNEW CHAMPION BRAND
UNDERWEAR IS A BATHING SUIT WHEN WORN INSIDE OUT?!?
I’M REALLY TRYING TO “FUHGEDDABOUDDAT“!

Lots more photos (no more underwear) — and stories — to come.

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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