The kitchen sink (at Jack’s)
Over at the Blue Room, the new play Wranglers has opened up with local funny men Jeremy Votava, Cal Reece, Matt Hammon and Slim Barkowska enacting an all-original comedy about cowpokes, large bull testicles and groin injuries. A 10-gallon salute to local playwright Bryon Burrus, who has created a hilarious world. And in what was a true double-header, after the opening night of Wranglers The Blue hosted S.F. stalwarts Creeper Lagoon, who with the help of local talent The Imps packed the joint and rocked the house.
Meanwhile, over at Jack’s Restaurant, the healer of late-night hunger pangs, World War II veteran Bob Miller was proudly showing off his homemade flower hat. “When people see me in this hat, they think I’m gay, a flower child and an environmentalist. But I’m really a Marine with an honorable discharge. All governments are corrupt, and the only things they give their citizens are body bags. And when I get to the pearly gates, this is the tale I’ll tell: I’ve been a Marine all my life and I’ve done my time in hell!”
Bob reminded me that one has to be true to his roots. For years I have tried to lose my N.J. slang, but after watching 13 episodes of The Sopranos in a row, courtesy of Chico Velo Captain Ed McLaughlin, my vernacular is back in all its friggin’ glory. Turns out I went to the same high school as Tony Soprano. “But he’s a fictional character,” my wife exclaims. “So am I,” I reply. If that weren’t enough cred to fulfill my dream of being Italian, my brother-in-law, Jon Lazarus, edits the paper Tony picks up every morning, The Star Ledger. Talk about being a "made" man!