Responding to Brian Williams, “what in the heck is Tom Hanks doing at the Grey Cup”?
Long Story! Here’s the short version: Trying to lend a helping hand to my friend, did him a solid today. Went to Hamilton on his business behalf! And while still early in the day, was done. Sweet! Hold yer Hamilton horses! Imagine my surprise when taking Barton E. exiting onto Red Hill Valley Pkwy expecting to take the ramp happily back home to my safe and sound Toronto, only to see it closed?! Bear in mind, at this point, traffic was at a dead-stop standstill. Looks like QEW Niagara here I come. Wait, luckily the Centennial Pkwy off-ramp that merges w/ RHVP Niagara bound was closed to traffic under the OPP‘s directive! We (anybody who didn’t want to keep driving to Niagara – I mean continuing being stuck in traffic) were permitted to swing our vehicles around, and drive up the exiting ramp in the WRONG direction. Anywhere you looked, all roads in sight weren’t moving! EVERYTHING, was a fucking mess (sorry; correction, this is Hamilton we’re talking about … MORE of a fucking mess, lol). Eventually, I got back onto Barton, and drove all the way through that shit part of the city, till I got my ass onto the 403 Toronto! For that unforgiving hour and a half, I was a held-against-my-will-hostage-Hamiltonian!
didn’t know what to use as a title, this will do. and for the first time ever, I’m blogging without editing, re-editing a million times. I promise (I think, lol). so don’t be expecting the usual falling off your chair as you read this either. stuff I write is falling off the chair funny, isn’t it, lol?! mistakes, punctuation, caps be damned. today was a helluva day, plans I had were cancelled … hate that word, rescheduled is better. Tiffany K and I were dressed ready to go, but with nowhere to go. perfect time to drive to Hamilton to the brand new Anchor Bar that opened yesterday … read yesterday’s blog y’all. normally when I post pics/stories I embellish, cover faults, etc. focusing on only the good aspects … I’m not a reviewer after all, I like things to be perfect (or appear to be). today, I’m afraid I can’t, I have mixed feelings about it all. I can’t remember the last time I had Anchor wings in Buffalo, it’s been that long. fifteen years for sure, probably twenty. I remember they were the pinnacle, the best … today they were good, very good but not the best. Tiff immediately said, “Duff’s” are better. she read my mind, they are. no matter – good is still good. it was more about the beautiful city of Hamilton that depressed me, and I felt bad, I still do as I write this. we made the mistake (mistake because it exposed me to things I was unaware of) of walking out the back of the restaurant, the exit that leads into the mall. Tiff said, “it’s like the seventies in here”. as many stores that were open, an equal number weren’t. for lease signs abounded, the mall was poorly lit, very dark and unwelcoming … I could go on, I won’t. was blown away with the depressed state of it all. guess what at the time was my highlight of the day, so much that I took a moment and snapped a pic … free parking on a Saturday, downtown Hamilton, on King Street … was in fact a harbinger of Hamilton’s economic state. the pics.
Heard about this early in the a.m. … sadly wasn’t early enough – was a little too late for me switching shit around … and believe me, even with such short notice I tried my best wing-swinging-it, wanting to be one of the first lucky Canucks inhalin’ Anchor Bar wings not from Frank & Teressa’s original Buffalo landmark, but from the grand spankin’ new one (1st franchise in Canada) opening north of the border in Steeltown today at high noon, smack-dab downtown in Jackson Square. Happy days in the Hammer y’all … I’m goin’ to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around …yeah, I’m goin’ to Jackson!!