Yes, folks, going up to good old Olney tonight -- stomping ground of that poet laureate of the working man, Arnold Schnabel -- for some of Kim's Korean BBQ. If I am late with the next installment of Arnold's memoirs the blame lies entirely with Dean for forcing me to drink vast quantities of beer washed down with Johnnie Walker Red Label. And we just might stop into the legendary Green Parrot, right up the next block of 5th Street from Kim's.(Pictured above is the trolley terminal that I walked past every day on my way to St Helena's parochial school.)
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I hope you have a really great time, Dan. Looking forward to when you resume.
Had a great time, Dianne, and even bored my friend Dean silly by making him walk by my old house. But he deserved it for forcing me to drink that Johnnie Walker!
It wasn't boring. Olney rules.
Your sojourns back to where you grew up (or is it only Arnold's old stomping ground?)sound fond and funny.
Anytime I accidently end up in the neighborhood where I grew up, I feel something akin to fright.
Yes, Kathleen, Olney actually was my old stomping ground as well as Arnold's, although to my great regret I don't recall ever meeting the great man. Oddly enough I think I appreciate the neighborhood more now than I did when I lived there. Dean and I got to chatting with Jim, the proprietor of Kim's BBQ, and it turns out that his son goes to the same parochial school that I did, St. Helena's. And Jim and his family live on the other side of the reservoir from where my family lived. And so the wheel turns...
And in fairness to my liver, Jim was at least partially responsible for the Johnny Walker fest.
Jim was cool.
The word "Olney" translates as "graceful hill" in Korean
Really, Dean? How suitable. (Note to foreigners: Olney is rather hilly.) (Oh, and also, the neighborhood now has many Korean residents.)
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