Ode to a New York Classic

Happy National Sandwich Day! 

This day has to do with celebrating convenience food, and #OnFridaysWeHaiku, so I must ask you: 
What else could I do?  

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Word. Peace Out, Pops. 

My father HATES snakes. Rather like Indiana Jones hates snakes, only more vehemently. When I was little, a black snake got into our farm house. I vividly recall his unrelenting flow of profanity as my dad chased it around the first floor, while my mom, brother, and I looked down from the upstairs hall. Without going into gory details, the snake…

Clearly, I have but One Way to Answer

When in NYC – thou shalt not #fangirl.  Living in the Big Apple, I’m no stranger to celebrity sightings, not that I have pictures and autographs to prove it. Part of becoming a New Yorker is adhering to the unspoken rule against acknowledging any celebrity who is just trying to get on with daily life.    I’ve bumped into Phil…