Be Kind, Rewind

In no particular order, here’s a sampling of photos from last week’s trips. But first, commenter Martin wrote a great story in yesterday’s comments and I wanted to post it again in the Rewind post, just in case anyone missed it, it’s a classic story and I appreciate Martin taking the time to write and post it. Here it is:

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Ah Rudy’s! I’ve gotten drunk at Rudy’s more times than I can remember.

I had a Commercial Art studio on 45th between 8th and 9th from 1970 until this past June. In the early 70’s you could “sparked one up” if you were sitting in a booth and nobody even said a word.

One time I was sitting at the bar and this guy next to me asked me for a light, so I lit his cigarette, and we started talking he introduced himself as Bob. He told me he had done some dancing on Broadway. Over the next few months we’d have beers a few times a week, he’d stop by the studio and what-not. One night I told him I wanted to take my wife to a Broadway show for her birthday, he asked me which show we wanted to see (can’t remember what show it was), so he tells me he’s got a friend, who’s got a friend who can tickets to anything. The next night I see Bob at the bar, and he pulls an envelope out of his pocket with two tickets in it, I asked him how much I owed him and he told me not to worry about it. The next week my wife and I get to the theatre and to our surprise: we’re in the 3rd row center. Over the next few years we drank thousands of beers. Bob would, from time to time, throw me tickets to Broadway shows and concerts including really great seats for The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin.

One night we’re sitting in Rudy’s and he say he’s needs to run up the block to a theatre, and asks if I want to tag along. So we walk up the block and Bob knocks on a stage door, the door opens and the guy who opens the door says “Good evening Mr. Fosse”, I thought to myself Bob? Fosse? Holy shit, it’s Bob Fosse! I looked at Bob and said “You’re Bob Fucking Fosse?”

Bob laughed and said, “I thought you knew.”

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Great story, Martin!

Okay, here’s the photos and check back later tonight for a sneaky peek of my cheeseburger which will be posted tomorrow on the weekly, “Saturday Night Cheeseburger.”

You know that a man ain't supposed to cry, but these tears I can't hold inside.
Losin' you would end my life you see, 'cause you mean that much to me.

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