The bottle was on the top shelf of a little antique shop in the village of Menemsha on Martha's Vineyard. It was old and dirty - a soda or beer bottle. On the clear glass, I could make out the embossed writing. “Henry Immen's Sons, 46 & 48 Commercial St, Greenpoint, LI”. That's what made me think. Greenpoint is in Brooklyn, Greenport is on Long Island. I had to check further.
OK, so Scraps is now gone all night Sat, all day Sunday (I call but few places are open) and now Monday morning I start making calls again. The Islip town shelter gives me the name and number of a young woman who picked up a dog of similar description late Sat. and I call the woman around 10am. She grills me a bit on describing the dog and asks me for papers (for which I have none), but our convo about how/where the dog usually gets out and where she found her less than 500 feet from my home seems to convince her that the dog is indeed mine.
As June 21st roll around I have commented that the days are getting shorter and that winter is coming. It is not a welcome thought as summer is just getting underway and winter is not really coming and who wants to think about that.
Steve Ballmer, the CEO of Microsoft, is stepping down. He took over for Bill Gates in 2000 and since then the value of Microsoft has diminshed from $555 billion to $289 billion. Not a good look.
One of the many many things my wife Joanne does so well is make sandwiches. I often muse that if all else failed she could open up a world-class sandwich shop and I would just be the server.
Last weekend Joanne made chicken salad with celery, dill, lettuce, home grown tomatoes and Hellman's mayonnaise (a very important ingredient) on toasted soft white bread.. Yum, Yum!
The roots of this delicious combination spring from her mother Catherine Peters.
We were on a very nice rooftop in New York City. It's at Ink48, a hotel at 48th Street and 11th Avenue. We were told that it has been rated as the sixth best rooftop in New York (and the lines to get in attest to that).