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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Quincy Market (Election Day)


-Gimme a pack a luckies and a Traveler, Sonny.

-Sure thing, Tom.

-Weather ain't cooperatin'.

-Sit on the bench over there and read the paper. I'll make joe. No sense tryin' to drive west in the snow.

-I'll see if the thieves in the State House are robbin' me or botherin' me today.

-If that's all they're doin', they must be sleepin' in.

-It's good we got a Catholic in the corner office for an accomplice, anyway. The Curley ain't Robin Hood, but he'll do. Got my brother a job on the highway.

-I heard about that highway. Fell in, didn't it?

-The man's got the gift, he does, you've got to give it to him. They shoved their snoots and pencils in his face and said: The overpass collapsed, and your friend built it. What do you got to say about that...

-Oh, they'll have to try harder than that...

-As God is my witness, Sonny, he says: "It was an injudicious mixture of sand and cement." And the damn fool reporter just writes it down!

-What does he care what he puts in his paper? I'd rather read the Blarney, anyway. More interesting than the truth.

-And truer than the truth, maybe.

-Absotively.

-God, I lived in the City when The Curley was mayor. What a scream. The Great War breaks out and a Britisher comes and calls at the City Hall and asks for permission to try and enlist Bostonians of British descent to fight the Kaiser.

-And The Curley?

-"Go ahead; take every damn one of them."

3 comments:

HappyAcres said...

I don't need to read anything else today.

lorraine said...

ditto. 'cept the bsbfb. lorraine

Sixty Grit said...

Good to see Muffler Man is still standing guard.

Change his last name to Brown.