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A friend of mine was transferred by his company to Nashua for a year. Within about three days he was calling it “Trashua.” It was a long 12 months for him, but he appreciated the cheap liquor (no sales or excise taxes) and the relatively easy access to Boston.

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I’m pretty sure it’s a reference to David Bowie’s “Young Americans”

I’m completely sincere, with individual air conditioning units, and their trusty allies the ceiling fans, we only have to air condition one room at a time. For example: Work at home all day, cool the office, that’s it. Have people over, shut down the office a/c and turn on the ones in the living room. When they leave,

As I responded above I took three of the tests and got a total of 60/60, and some of the questions surprised me. Lots of geography, and most Americans are geographically challenged.

I took three of them, out of boredom, and got 60/60, but one of the questions is incorrect. The last day to file your taxes is not always April 15. If it falls on a Saturday or Sunday it’s the following Monday. Also, April 16th is Emancipation Day in DC, and if that falls on the weekend it’s observed on the following

We bought on spec in a new condo building that was supposed to come with central air. The building was delayed about a year, the developer was in way over his head, and one of the things we didn’t end up getting was central air, we got 1970s Hilton Hotel-like floor air conditioning units in every room.

That’s interesting. I know a few raised-Catholic friends who became Unitarians and some who became Episcopalians. One neo-Episcopalian explained, “It’s all of the gilt without all of the guilt.”

I’m very late to this thread and this isn’t really germane but meatless meatballs have been around for centuries. It’s called falafel. It doesn’t taste like meat, really, but if you make your own (and of course I do, because I have a lot of free time and it beats watching Real Housewives and L&O reruns) you can make

Years ago I repeated the following joke to a Catholic. “For the first time in the history of the Supreme Court there are no Protestants. There are six Catholic and three Jewish Justices. [This is still the composition of the Court, even after the ensuing turnover.] When they reconvene they’re going to find themselves

Well done. You and Bill are like the Rodgers and Hammerstein of Takeout commenters.

Steven Spielberg is filming scenes for his remake of “West Side Story” in my neighborhood. It will have “reimagined” choreography. I guess Jerome Robbins’s estate gave him a huge “fuck off.” No one asked for this.

True, on the one hand. On the other hand her step-mom is also an illegal immigrant profiting from an ill-gotten “genius” visa. She’s probably going to be Trump’s widow, and is the mother of a child who is not Ivanka Trump. I’d love to be in the room when the will is read.

You were in Massachusetts’ Trump country. In 2016 Bourne, the town you were in at the base of the Bourne Bridge, went 49.1% for Trump and 4.2% for Johnson, the Libertarian. Clinton got 45.5%. In Barnstable County as a whole (Cape Cod) 40.6% went for Trump and another 4% for Johnson.

How did you eat all that hungover and not curl up and go to sleep somewhere?

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he also lives in Appalachia, which he would have also disputed and textually screamed at me about.

I’ve done something similar with fish. Take a filet, like haddock or cod, brush on a little milk, then crumble Cheez-its (!) over it and put in the oven at 350 for five or ten minutes. It’s delicious and so simple. I came up with the recipe myself in college after a teendom spent devouring tuna melts, and wondering if

I wish I could tell you but I know friends of mine read the G/O group and we haven’t revealed our usernames. For example, I’m 99% certain I have interacted often with a friend of mine and I’m 99% certain she must know she’s been interacting with me, but we never bring it up.

I thought it was all more late-60s dark-side-of-the-Summer-of-Love rhetoric. A dash of Jim Morrison apocolysm, a little Timothy Leary, some Werner Erhard est, an Altamont vibe, and a dollop of Manson Family.

He heard a rumor that Bachelor’s Mill was reopening. Sadly it is not.

Oh yes, good times. I actually organized a pedestrian convoy down 15 flights of stairs in our Midtown office building and then we walked south (people in my convoy all lived below 23rd Street) and at 23rd Street we split off and fended for ourselves.