9-21
4:55PM
Newark Airport
Buona Sera
We are on our long layover at the Newark airport prior to our departure for Barcelona. Janey has a mouthful of whitening things and smiles goofily at the TSA agents she sees. We are in a bar called Brooklyn's Jazz Brewery, drinking well gin and an unnamed cabernet which reminds me a little of Chateau de Swamp Water.
We have walked the terminal several times.
(sung to the tune of Rhinestone Cowboy)
I been walkin these streets so long
singin the same old song
I know every crack in the dirty hallways of Newark.
Where "on time's" the name of the game
and longtoothed stews are as common as the snow and the rain.
There's been a load of fatassed tourists
in this den of Yankee travelers,
but I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin on me!
Like a Ramblas hooker
strutting down the streets in a star spangled bra with a pair of stilettos way too high
.
etc.
5:30 PM
Had to stop. The joint is crowded and a beefy fellow with a bluff attitude and a big smile asked if he couldjoin us. He is here to pick up an associate from Vegas. He introduced himself as Tony. Said he is "in the waste management business, and some investments." Been in Jersey all his life. We had a great conversation. He has an uncle who is slipping into dementia. Tony helps take care of him, but one night, when Tony was delivering dinner to the old boy, the old fool shot him. Damn near killed him, but Tony is tough. Tony and h is wife, Carmella, have two kids.
Nice guy.
Gotta go. Boddabing.
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