Call O’Lacys, tell ‘em start filling a pint o’ Guinness.
O'Lacys
Call Main Street Pizza, and get a large Pepperoni & Mushroom, and some wings on order for pickup.
Phone the Poke’ and tell em to save me a Beef on Weck.
The Pok'
Tell the folks at Dunkin’ donuts to put on a fresh pot of coffee, and get a fresh batch of Bavarian Crème going.
My Dunkin' Donuts
Call the “Sport of Kings” and tell ‘em to heat up some Souvlaki…well, nevermind on that last one. Souvlaki is a dish best eaten at 4am, and I think I will be asleep on Mom’s couch long before then.
Yes, I am coming home.
As this message is posted, I will already be on my way to WNY. After a short detour to Kitchener, Ontario to have a talk about that whole Butler’s Rangers incident, I will be pointing the rental car towards the Great Bend of the Tonawanda.
Tom, As all things in small towns come about, I heard about your blog from my mom, who lives in LeRoy, NY. She said, “You might know this guy … he was a little older than you in high school.” (Of course, mother, I remember everyone.)Sorry to say, I don’t remember you, but your blog’s awesome. Congrats on getting into the Daily News. I live in Michigan now (which, to some people in WNY, is right next to Minnesota) but I wrote for the Daily News after graduating from St. Bonaventure. Thanks for the great words and pictures … have a great time when you’re there!
PS I wish I was going too!
Thanks Eileen!
My Mom is the same way. “Say, do you know so and so? They were a little ahead/behind of you in school but went to Notre Dame/BHS/Leroy/Pembroke/ etc. ? Well their sister so and so is now living in NYC and…” So along that line, maybe you know my nephew David who was a little behind you at St. Bonnies…
Hope you are doing well in Michigan. Half of my WNY friends still confuse Minnesota/Michigan/Montana, because you know, “those states out there all start with an M.”
I manage to poke around your blog occasionally and am always happy with the decision. The picture of the Pok-A-Dot is priceles. My Dad still periodically grabs a coffee at the Dot, but the trips are fewer as old age has slowed him down and the number of friends to shoot the breeze has also dwindled.