I was away from the blog serving as a friendly tour guide for fleet week. I am not as pretty as Pam but I know my city. I showed the sailors the route the brave people took from the investigations unit to the WTC and I showed them my route. Amazingly sexy tourists from the midwest wanted to hear my story.
I showed the sailors Wall Street the South Street Seaport . One of the Sailors is getting married in September so I showed him the Bridal building where they have sample sales every Saturday.
We encountered mostly friendly people except for NYU. Teamsters stopped picketing
and hugged the sailors and the Beak. The only place we ran into problem was NYU where the women ran and made snide remarks and at 14 street where the Commies were massing at 14th street. They kept wondering what this bizarre word Neocon was. I explained it means dirty Jewish Republicans.
The women at Staten Island stopped and tried to pick up the sailors. I served as the wingman and picked up the names of the clubs where the girls we rapped with were going to. The sailors learned New Yorkese Fuhget about it . I think only Jason and Pam know New Yorkese.