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THE BAD NEWS: no meatballs today
THE GOOD NEWS: BRAND NEW RUGS IN THE HALLWAY
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"Big changes this Sunday!"
That’s how Marie, my 80 year old Italian landlady greeted me every morning this week in the hallway of our building (on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday).
Really?” I repeated to her on all those days.
"Really! Wait until you see the big changes."
I’m not going to lie, a ton of things crossed my mind. The big one was would I finally get a CorningWare full of Chicken Francise on Sunday?
As the week wore on, I grew more and more curious. What in God’s name could these changes be?
By Saturday night I was worn out.
This morning, I got up early and went to the gym. I noticed Marie wasn’t home cooking like usual (on Sunday). Very odd.
I went to the gym (3.6 mph on treadmill for 35 minutes).  When I got back, Marie was inside right by the front door… waiting for my arrival.
"Adam, did you notice the BIG CHANGES?"
"Huh?" I rolled my shoulders. She caught me by surprise.
"Look down! The floor rugs! Aren’t they beautiful?"
I looked down and noticed one still had its tag on it.
"Wow, Marie! These rugs are jazzy!"
"Jazzy? What’s that? You like them?"
"Like them? I love them!"
Marie gave me a big smile, “I told you, BIG CHANGES!”
Big indeed.

THE BAD NEWS: no meatballs today

THE GOOD NEWS: BRAND NEW RUGS IN THE HALLWAY

sundayswithmarie:

"Big changes this Sunday!"

That’s how Marie, my 80 year old Italian landlady greeted me every morning this week in the hallway of our building (on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday).

Really?” I repeated to her on all those days.

"Really! Wait until you see the big changes."

I’m not going to lie, a ton of things crossed my mind. The big one was would I finally get a CorningWare full of Chicken Francise on Sunday?

As the week wore on, I grew more and more curious. What in God’s name could these changes be?

By Saturday night I was worn out.

This morning, I got up early and went to the gym. I noticed Marie wasn’t home cooking like usual (on Sunday). Very odd.

I went to the gym (3.6 mph on treadmill for 35 minutes).  When I got back, Marie was inside right by the front door… waiting for my arrival.

"Adam, did you notice the BIG CHANGES?"

"Huh?" I rolled my shoulders. She caught me by surprise.

"Look down! The floor rugs! Aren’t they beautiful?"

I looked down and noticed one still had its tag on it.

"Wow, Marie! These rugs are jazzy!"

"Jazzy? What’s that? You like them?"

"Like them? I love them!"

Marie gave me a big smile, “I told you, BIG CHANGES!”

Big indeed.

Last night I headed into my local coffee joint to work on the #GREATAMERICANNOVEL.I was in ‘all business mode’. I ordered a Tall coffee and a Venti ice water.I quickly hammered out 7 written pages (felt great) and came up for air. I lifted my head and locked eyes with an older gentleman a few tables across from me. He looked to be 40 years older than me. I smiled at him and noticed he was drinking a Venti ice water too. I could see my future.That was ME in 40 years. Hanging out in the coffee shop, sipping on free water.Plus, he resembled David Letterman. My ‘fantasy mind’ went wild, it made me think he was Letterman’s brother.YEAH, SOMEHOW THIS ELDERLY MAN was my TICKET to STARDOM!He gave me a friendly wave(like Johnny Carson waving over a comedian after a great set).So I went over to him and we began talking. “What are you writing about, son?” he asked.“Well. It’s a book about…” Then he interrupted me, “I got a book about my life I’m working on. Been working on it for a long, long time.”I was beside myself, “Wow, really?”“Yeah.” And then he went on and on, about his life: How he was part of the Invasion of Normandy. How he had affairs with Sophia Loren, Brigitte Bardot, Raquel Welch,and Suzanne Pleshette.And also how he was a roadie for Crosbie, Stills, Nash and Young,and later for Alice Cooper.(“I had to quit because of all the snakes.”)He was Ernest Hemingway, Hunter S. Thompsonand Jack Nicholson all rolled into one.When he was finally finished (a full 90 minutes later) my mind was blown away.He gave me this cocky look and said, “Okay, let’s get back to you, what’s YOUR book about?”I shook my head, “Jeesh, I mean compared to what your book is about, mine isn’t really that exciting.”He patted me on the shoulder,“C’mon now sonny, you gotta work on your confidence.I’m sure it’s great. Give it to me. I can’t wait to hear about it.”WOW!This made me feel so good.My new pal was genuinely interested. “Well, it’s about this kid in high school in New Hampshire and you know, he’s not cool, but he…”A minute into my answer, I noticed that his eyes had closed, I thought it was odd, maybe HE NEEDED TO CLOSE HIS EYES TO GET A MORE VIVID IDEA OF MY STORY. I continued, now a little louder,“His grandmother is called ‘Yia Yia’, because they’re Greek.” His head slowly moved forward and he began to loudly snore.He was out cold.I was crushed. But I’m a gentleman.I tip-toed back to my table. I didn’t want to wake him. I went back to writing the #GREATAMERICANNOVEL.

Last night 
I headed into my local coffee joint 
to work on the 
#GREATAMERICANNOVEL.
I was in ‘all business mode’. 
I ordered a Tall coffee 
and a Venti ice water.

I quickly hammered out 7 written pages 
(felt great) and came up for air. 
I lifted my head and locked eyes 
with an older gentleman 
a few tables across from me. 
He looked to be 40 years older than me. 
I smiled at him and noticed he was 
drinking a Venti ice water too. 

I could see my future.
That was ME in 40 years. 
Hanging out in the coffee shop, 
sipping on free water.

Plus, he resembled David Letterman. 
My ‘fantasy mind’ went wild, 
it made me think he was 
Letterman’s brother.

YEAH, SOMEHOW THIS ELDERLY MAN 
was my TICKET to STARDOM!

He gave me a friendly wave
(like Johnny Carson waving 
over a comedian after a great set).

So I went over to him and we began talking. 
“What are you writing about, son?” he asked.
“Well. It’s a book about…” 

Then he interrupted me, 
“I got a book about my life I’m working on. 
Been working on it for a long, long time.”

I was beside myself, “Wow, really?”

“Yeah.” 
And then he went 
on and on, about his life: 
How he was part of the Invasion of Normandy. 
How he had affairs with Sophia Loren, 
Brigitte Bardot, Raquel Welch,
and Suzanne Pleshette.

And also how he was a roadie for 
Crosbie, Stills, Nash and Young,
and later for Alice Cooper.
(“I had to quit because of all the snakes.”)

He was Ernest Hemingway, 
Hunter S. Thompson
and Jack Nicholson 
all rolled into one.

When he was finally finished 
(a full 90 minutes later) 
my mind was blown away.
He gave me this cocky look and said, 
“Okay, let’s get back to you, 
what’s YOUR book about?”
I shook my head, “Jeesh, 
I mean compared to what 
your book is about, 
mine isn’t really that exciting.”

He patted me on the shoulder,
“C’mon now sonny, 
you gotta work on your confidence.
I’m sure it’s great. 
Give it to me. 
I can’t wait to hear about it.”

WOW!
This made me feel so good.
My new pal was genuinely interested. 
“Well, it’s about this kid in high school 
in New Hampshire and you know, 
he’s not cool, but he…”
A minute into my answer, 
I noticed that his eyes had closed, 
I thought it was odd, 
maybe HE NEEDED TO CLOSE HIS EYES 
TO GET A MORE VIVID IDEA OF MY STORY. 
I continued, now a little louder,
“His grandmother is called ‘Yia Yia’, 
because they’re Greek.” 

His head slowly moved forward 
and he began to loudly snore.
He was out cold.

I was crushed. 

But I’m a gentleman.

I tip-toed back to my table. 

I didn’t want to wake him. 

I went back to writing 
the #GREATAMERICANNOVEL.

When I was an NBC Page, 1 thing was constant, Don Pardo, the longtime voice of SNL would always say “Hi” to me whenever I saw him around 30 Rock. I was introduced to Mr. Pardo by my friend and ‘Page Mentor’ Jonathan Accarrino, and we often found ourselves together in empty conference rooms (after ‘big shot’ meetings we weren’t invited to), each of us stuffing our faces with the leftover cheese and crackers. 
"We scored big time today, Mr. Pardo." 
"I’d say we did!"

Merry times! Thanks for the memories.  RIP Mr. Pardo

When I was an NBC Page, 1 thing was constant, Don Pardo, the longtime voice of SNL would always say “Hi” to me whenever I saw him around 30 Rock. I was introduced to Mr. Pardo by my friend and ‘Page Mentor’ Jonathan Accarrino, and we often found ourselves together in empty conference rooms (after ‘big shot’ meetings we weren’t invited to), each of us stuffing our faces with the leftover cheese and crackers. 

"We scored big time today, Mr. Pardo." 

"I’d say we did!"

Merry times! Thanks for the memories.  RIP Mr. Pardo

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YAY!

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Tuesday was an exciting day being on WNYC Radio giving Jim O’Grady a tour of NYC’s Port Authority.
http://bit.ly/Yl7pNN (listen here)
No one was happier than my #1 fan, my 80-year-old Italian landlady Marie! “Somebody is getting my special ‘flat lasagna’ on Sunday!”
"What exactly is that?" I asked.
"It’s lasagna for superstars!"
"Wow, I can’t wait." I said.
"There’s just one thing, Adam, I cook the lasagna in a tin foil pan, you gotta make sure you don’t microwave it in the tin. You’ll blow up your microwave."
I tried to humor her, “You mean you’re not supposed to put aluminum foil in the microwave?”
"Nooooo! Adam, trust me, the microwave will go ‘POW!’ and it’ll break."
"I trust you, Marie."
This morning I got up and did a big load of laundry down the street at the laundromat. When I got back, Marie greeted me in the hallway with a big tin foil container with the flat lasagna.
"It’s still hot, eat it now."
"Ok, I’ll have half of it now and half tonight." I said.
"Just promise me, tonight to not microwave it in the tin."
"I promise, Marie."
"It’ll go ‘POW’! You don’t want that. Trust me."
Marie, I trust you.

YAY!

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Tuesday was an exciting day being on WNYC Radio giving Jim O’Grady a tour of NYC’s Port Authority.

http://bit.ly/Yl7pNN (listen here)

No one was happier than my #1 fan, my 80-year-old Italian landlady Marie! “Somebody is getting my special ‘flat lasagna’ on Sunday!”

"What exactly is that?" I asked.

"It’s lasagna for superstars!"

"Wow, I can’t wait." I said.

"There’s just one thing, Adam, I cook the lasagna in a tin foil pan, you gotta make sure you don’t microwave it in the tin. You’ll blow up your microwave."

I tried to humor her, “You mean you’re not supposed to put aluminum foil in the microwave?”

"Nooooo! Adam, trust me, the microwave will go ‘POW!’ and it’ll break."

"I trust you, Marie."

This morning I got up and did a big load of laundry down the street at the laundromat. When I got back, Marie greeted me in the hallway with a big tin foil container with the flat lasagna.

"It’s still hot, eat it now."

"Ok, I’ll have half of it now and half tonight." I said.

"Just promise me, tonight to not microwave it in the tin."

"I promise, Marie."

"It’ll go ‘POW’! You don’t want that. Trust me."

Marie, I trust you.

Last Friday, my friend Pat got tickets to see #guitar #legend #DICKEYBETTS at a really small church venue on Central Park West. I really appreciate him taking me. Dickey’s voice was totally shot. TOTALLY! He sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher on the Peanuts cartoons, but man, he can still play the guitar. Him and Great Southern were awesome. After the show Pat and I headed to the subway and bumped into Dickey signing autographs. Pat said, “Great show!” And then I heard the first words from Dickey that night that I could comprehend. “Thank you, son!”
#thankyoudickeybetts

Last Friday, my friend Pat got tickets to see #guitar #legend #DICKEYBETTS at a really small church venue on Central Park West. I really appreciate him taking me. Dickey’s voice was totally shot. TOTALLY! He sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher on the Peanuts cartoons, but man, he can still play the guitar. Him and Great Southern were awesome. After the show Pat and I headed to the subway and bumped into Dickey signing autographs. Pat said, “Great show!” And then I heard the first words from Dickey that night that I could comprehend. “Thank you, son!”
#thankyoudickeybetts

Jim O’Grady is the BEST! Who else would bring a microphone & follow me around New York City’s Port Authority to hear me rant about how the place needs VAST IMPROVEMENTS & then produce a stellar radio piece for the WNYC Radio audience? LISTEN HEREExtremely proud to be part of public radio history! Can’t wait to see the movie based on this report! The Port Authority Bus Terminal: “If Hell Had a Hell” Starring Charlie Hunnam & Jean-Claude Van Damme

Jim O’Grady is the BEST! Who else would bring a microphone & follow me around New York City’s Port Authority to hear me rant about how the place needs VAST IMPROVEMENTS & then produce a stellar radio piece for the WNYC Radio audience? 
LISTEN HERE
Extremely proud to be part of public radio history! Can’t wait to see the movie based on this report! The Port Authority Bus Terminal: “If Hell Had a Hell” Starring Charlie Hunnam & Jean-Claude Van Damme