Feeling all alone after a convo wit high school buddies...

[WitchyOoman]

I hadn't realized just how lonely I've been for Philly conversation...

Y'know -- the kind of convo where I doan hafta expalin every third word.

When everyone, y'now, knows what I want when I ask for <span style="font-weight: bold">wooder</span> or, y'know, a <span style="font-weight: bold">pizza steak wit</span>, or where's the nearest place <span style="font-weight: bold">I can tap MAC</span>, y'know, or what <span style="font-weight: bold">gravy</span> I could possibly want to put on my <span style="font-weight: bold">macaroni</span>... or, y'know, even what 'macaroni' is. Ya know?
Where no one asks me &quot;WTH is '<span style="font-weight: bold">jawn</span>'?? Whattdya want?&quot;
Or where everyone kows that <span style="font-weight: bold">macaroni = spahgetti, but no other pasta product</span>.

I wanna... y'know... be with people who know --
-- what <span style="font-weight: bold">Rita's</span> is
-- what <span style="font-weight: bold">Wawa</span> is
-- what <span style="font-weight: bold">Corvettes</span>... or <span style="font-weight: bold">Gimbles</span>... or <span style="font-weight: bold">Lit Brothers</span>... or <span style="font-weight: bold">John wanamaker</span> was... (<span style="font-style: italic">not, y'know, who JW was, what his stores were</span>)

I wanna be with people who, y'know, remember --
-- opening the little glass doors behind which, y'know, you got yer san'witch fer lunch at Horn &amp; Hardart ... or the cafeteria tray upon which you slapped it down, y'know, to slide it to the cashier at the end of the line
-- cutting classes in school, y'know, to march in the, y'know, Flyers victory parade in '73
-- the one and only time the words &quot;race&quot; and &quot;riot&quot; were, y'know, ever combined in the same, y'know, sentence... or conversation, even: 1975, Northeast High School - the only time anybody in the Greater Northeast ever even saw a cop in riot gear on a horse, for real...

I wanna spend the rest of my days amongst my own, y'know, people. Y'know... I wanna be with people who kno and remember what a <span style="font-weight: bold">Free Billy button</span> was. You know?

I'm tired of having to - y'know - explain things that shouldnta oughta hafta be explained. You know? I'm, y'know... sick and tired of living amongst New Yorkers who crossed the jawn... the Hudson, that is.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home and stay there.

I doan wanna live amongst oddball strangers any more, y'know?

I wanna go home.


There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
- click click clicking my heels -
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.

[WitchyOoman]

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I forgot, y'know, to say it:

My 30th high school reunion is comin' up!


I woan hafta, y'know, speak any final &quot;g&quot;s - or other final consonents; I kin drop 'em all, and no one will, y'know, look crosswise at me fer it.


I have never, y'know, felt <span style="font-size: 11pt"><span style="font-weight: bold">so old</span></span> in my life as I do tonight.....

[sistacaf]

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no need to feel lonesome witchy, you got it right here... i know what ALL that stuff is....!

<span style="font-style: italic"> (Horn &amp; Hardart, ohmyGAWD i ain't heard <span style="font-weight: bold">that</span> in dog years!)</span>

eatin a Wawa samwich right now, matta of fack

[WitchyOoman]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: sistacaf</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
no need to feel lonesome witchy, you got it right here... i know what ALL that stuff is....!

<span style="font-style: italic"> (Horn &amp; Hardart, ohmyGAWD i ain't heard <span style="font-weight: bold">that</span> in dog years!)</span>

eatin a Wawa samwich right now, matta of fack </div></div>
Kin ya, y'know, send me a hoagie? Wit oil an vinegar - no mayo.

And maybe three pretzles?
It's fine - better, even - if they come offa card table on the island in the middle of traffic, and no one knows where the vendor has had his/her hands last... Ya know?

H&amp;H... indeed a long time, huh?

How 'bout Klines? Remember that?

Pat's or Geno's? (Note I said <span style="font-weight: bold">Pat's first</span>... wit good reas'n, ya know!)
Wit or wit out?
Cheese whiz, right? No real stuff... not on cheese steaks!

You a native, sistacaf? Or a long-tme transplant?

[britisha]

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Looking at the dress I bought at E J <span style="font-weight: bold">Korvette's</span> and feeling mostalgic miself.

[WitchyOoman]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: britisha</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
Looking at the dress I bought at E J <span style="font-weight: bold">Korvette's</span> and feeling mostalgic miself. </div></div>
LOL

Right you are, britisha!

CORvettes were 'vettes to be driven in drag races; KORvette's was the store I meant to remember... lol

I recall BOTH kinds of 'vettes.
I raced 'vettes when I wasn't racing my Babycakes.
I wore dresses from Korvette's when I was <span style="text-decoration: underline">not</span> drag racing.


Y'know... I still own Babycakes. That grande ole special edition Oldsmobile Cutty Brougham is still my DD (daily driver).

[WitchyOoman]

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How 'bout: <span style="font-weight: bold">Djeet yet? No, Jew?</span>
(Is it dinnertime yet?)

Or - <span style="font-weight: bold">I wanna wooder ice; it's summertime! Aint got no Rita's here. *sob*</span>


I actually made gravy, an' put it on my macaroni, tonight. Angel hair. Mmmmmmmmmm. Now my agita's acting up...


I still remember when I lived with a man in south Philly for over a year in 1981-'82. Five weeks before my birthday, his Uncle Phil was 'hit'... a few bloocks from our house, on his own front porch. That, a few months after Angelo was hit.. We were reeling! A couple years later (I was no longer living with that B/F), Sal - also a good friend of mine - was hit too. Even after the almost-deadly break-up between B/F and me, even after he beat me into a 9-day coma, Sal remained my friend. It was Sal took me to Methodist Hospital, in fact. He saved my life. Then - Sal was dead, too. Every one of my friends from those days is now gone... dead. So far as I know, I'm the only one left alive!


Now, my parents live near Ashburner Avenue. Figgers...

[britisha]

Re: Feeling all alone after a convo wit high school buddies...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: WitchyOoman</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: britisha</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
Looking at the dress I bought at E J <span style="font-weight: bold">Korvette's</span> and feeling mostalgic miself. </div></div>
LOL

Right you are, britisha!

CORvettes were 'vettes to be driven in drag races; KORvette's was the store I meant to remember... lol

I recall BOTH kinds of 'vettes.
I raced 'vettes when I wasn't racing my Babycakes.
I wore dresses from Korvette's when I was <span style="text-decoration: underline">not</span> drag racing.


Y'know... I still own Babycakes. That grande ole special edition Oldsmobile Cutty Brougham is still my DD (daily driver).

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Innit the truth Witchy?

Strangely enuff, my first car was an Olds Cutlass Supreme...Birdie mi used to call her, for shi cudda fly juss like a bird.

Almoas feel kindah jealous seh yuh still have BabyCakes while Birdie dead a scrap heap ...but at the same time proud that you do.

((Witchy and Baby Cakes))

[WitchyOoman]

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[WitchyOoman]

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Meet Babycakes...


And Officer Teddy, in his NYPD uniform.


You can see that Babycakes needs some serious body and interior work... but he's in pretty good shape, given that he spent his first 12 years outside, not garaged. He never had a garage space until 1992 - when I married a man with a double-car garage.

I want to do a complete frame-off restoration on Babycakes... whenever I finish collecting the $20K necessary. He'll probably be off the road, and in pieces in a garage, for a year or 18 months, for that. Afterwards - I'm gonna reire Babycakes to car shows.


I my Babycakes.


<span style="text-decoration: underline">Note</span>: The engine underneath his hood isn't the small 8-banger that was stock. As soon as Uncle Ed bought Babycakes for me, my high school buddies (the boys) and I removed the new engine and transmission, and replaced it with a big ole 350 8-cylinder engine and it's matching oersized pick-up truck tranny from a graveyard out on Aramingo Avenue.

[WitchyOoman]

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Babycakes shares our two-car garage with Big Hryfyrd ---














Mr Witchy's Nissan Maxima (seen behind Babycakes in one pic above) sits outside in he driveway.