So then the Bartender says “Rectum? Nearly killed him!”

If anyone knows the beginning of that joke please, for the sake of everything Holy, post it.

So, the site is LIVE and we had a nice turnout at Piper’s Kilt on Sunday night for our launch and a peek at the “residents” of the show. All you slackers that couldn’t get on a plane and fly across the country for this (I’m looking at you Johnny & Menendez!) you can check it out at www.inthewoodny.com. One thing I will say about Inwood folks, not so big on the feedback aspect of this process. I really can’t fault anyone, as we had been told all through growing up to “keep our mouths shut” on a variety of matters. Then there was the Catholic School factor where they may have “asked “ for your opinion but, let’s face facts folks, their mind was made up and your lip service wasn’t going to change ,well, you know, the Bible! No one likes a rat but, for these purposes your thoughts and observations are very welcome. We should be shooting the webisodes and updating all of you over the course of the next 2 months. We are looking forward to your feedback.(hint hint) Special thanks to The Piper’s Kilt, Mike Bowe and Tommy Keating for being such great hosts on Sunday night. Check them out! http://www.piperskiltofinwood.com


Observation: Have you ever noticed how folks that went to Catholic school sound like they were in Vietnam or Prison when they are talking to each other?

(Mike & Dave are strangers nursing draft beers with bourbon chasers at a local watering hole. The two men seem distant, a bit detached from the world around them. They catch each others eyes in the mirror behind the bar)

Mike: Catholic school?

Dave: Yeah man.

Mike: Where’d you serve?

Dave: Good Shepherd for 8 & 4 at Tollentine.

Mike: Dam, 2 tours?

Dave: Yep, and I got the scars.

Mike: Rulers? Fists?

Dave: Both,…. we had Nuns..

Mike: Dam wicked penguins… I just did the 8, folks moved to the suburbs after Visitation and I went to one of those Public schools out on the Island.

Dave: You were lucky.

(The two men share an awkward smile and go back to their drinks; each is comforted by the knowledge that they are not alone in what haunts them)