Not Likely 
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Re: “Punch Drunk

Good grief. Yours of the appropriately sinister initials must be a frustrated pollster. Perhaps you should relieve yourself at the Old Log Inn. Grammar and coherence are not required. Thank your lucky stars. You will remember relaxing to weighty talks of a political nature, drinking silken cocktails with agreeable companions, finding even more agreeable fun and later pissing hell fire. That's why I remember you. You're the guy who annoyed me when I was trying to have a quiet, yet enjoyable libation at a bar.

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Posted by Not Likely on 08/29/2012 at 4:14 PM

Re: “Guts and Glory

Who knows how this happened?

I am from RVA with family from here and other parts. All parts liked offal. Ha!

For my birthday I could have anything I wanted. Often it was chicken hearts with onions and gravy or calf kidneys or liver with the same gravy, but with an addition of red wine. Fancy pants were never so good. Then again, I have a soft spot for Lamb Chops which were a frequent request of mine.

Walking into the only seafood store in the bottom as a child (thrilled to be with my dad) and thrilled even more by the scent and display was wonderful. The roar of tall standing fans in the corner fronts made it more so in summertime.

One of my grandfathers was a butcher/grocery store owner. He taught me at the age of five to cut and grind hamburger and when I was a year older how to carve anything. I always had to clean and sweep.

Walking into his meat closet with its hugh oak door and large metal round handle - you did not twist, but pulled. It set my small sneakers on their heels. Inside, it was a relief from a hot summer's day. My Tru-Aide made it perfect.

Yes, the cheese cloth covered wheel of sharp Cheddar cheese was atop a case of any type of meat or poultry you could imagine. Seafood was to the left and front from the butcher's area. Iced from blocks brought fresh from a Shockoe Bottom ice house. My little arms and determination would pick, pick and pick some more until Grandfather would laugh and take from my hand the ice pick.

Ceiling fans turned upon a lengthy belt powered by a small fixed-to tin top ceiling. Yes, if a bumble-butt came in with demands severe even at six years of age, I was honing blades and not to be toyed with by any measure.

Years later, I sailed the Miles and Tred Avon Rivers upon Maryland's Eastern Shore. I hunted, fished, graded oysters and ate more hot steamed crabs, than anyone could possibly shout for joy. Don't get me started on vegetables.

I do not understand, how something commonplace to me, is now obscure and rarified. Then again, "Blondie" is my favorite comic strip and Dagwood is my hero.

Here's a perfect rip of paper for that steak, Granddad. Just let me get down from my ladder.

Happy July 4th, Style Weekly!

Posted by Not Likely on 06/28/2011 at 7:24 PM

Re: “Short Order

Given its Father's Day date, "Booze with blimp," isn't a heads up. I think it is a more out-the-door-late promo.

Posted by Not Likely on 06/28/2011 at 6:29 PM

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