It reminds me of a night in Junior's Tavern. Busha would put out bowls of chips, popcorn, and everyone's favorite - hard boiled eggs. There were salt shakers everywhere. You can imagine how thirsty this made people - and how much beer they would drink. That chip contributed to our livelyhood.
That completely reminds me, we went to the local Polish Restaurant called Eva's Sweets. Oh my Polska! It was amazing! When you come for a visit, we are definitely going there!
And welcome to my blog: Capricious, like that. Check back frequently for blog entries on food, enemas, culture, history, landmarks, mustaches, literature, movies and all things this impulsive blogger finds blog worthy.
For the past 12 years I have been writing poetry, fiction and nonfiction. My writing can be found in numerous places, including the South Loop Review and In Our Own Words: A Generation Defining Itself, Vol. 2. Oh, and right here too.
I have a creepy adoration for puppets and sometimes sing too loudly. Okay, I often sing too loudly and sometimes to creepy puppets. It's impulse. Capriciousness. And it's beautiful.
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It reminds me of a night in Junior's Tavern. Busha would put out bowls of chips, popcorn, and everyone's favorite - hard boiled eggs. There were salt shakers everywhere. You can imagine how thirsty this made people - and how much beer they would drink. That chip contributed to our livelyhood.
That completely reminds me, we went to the local Polish Restaurant called Eva's Sweets. Oh my Polska! It was amazing! When you come for a visit, we are definitely going there!
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