So I'm sitting in the recovery room this morning (that's another story for another day) perusing last week's copy of US 1 and I discover that I missed an opportunity on Saturday to enjoy an all-day bus tour of Janet Evanovich's Trenton.
Now I need to explain a little bit. I live about thirty minutes from Trenton. I spent nine years working downtown. I've hung out in the Burg. I've had burgers and beer at Rossi's. I've had vitello and grappa at Sal Del Forte's (before they moved to the suburbs). I've lost more than a few poker hands in the rowhouses of Chambersburg.
But I've never seen the city through the eyes of Stephanie Plum. I've never paid a "visit to a bail bondsman, (to) the funeral home where Grandma Mazur attends wakes."
As Kramer once said to the tourists, 'We have a bonus ultra-reality stop today. We're going to be hauling muffin stumps to the local repository."
Like Brigadoon, these locations appear just once a year. And I missed it.
Comments (4)
Be healthy enough for next year's festivities!
I love Stephanie and her pals. The only thing is the older I get the more I identify with Grandma Mazur!!!!!!!! I just bought a pair of pink jeans at a garage sale and today I am going to a viewing at the furneral home.
I hope you are better by the time you read this. Take care of yourself.
wot wot? you suffered a bait'n'switch? well,dont that just tan the hide