Hello, hello, hello, all my brothers and sisters all over the world! With a special hello to all my brothers and sisters in Turkey. Guy Hogan is my name and blogging is my game. I’ve had a busy day today for a retired baby boomer: deep breathing and stretching exercises for Saturday night karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy; I made out checks for all my bills like my rent and electricity and my Internet connection and phone bill (Verizon) and I transferred $30.00 to my PayPal account to pay Nicci Haydon for her story “Nature’s Daughter” that I published this month…You know stuff like that…I bought a new pair of boots. $60.00? WTF…and these were the least expensive boots the store had and I know it’s not much better at other shoe stores…
Now everything I have left is fun money (I buy apartment supplies from the dollar store across the street out of my fun money). So I’m all set for January 2016. When the fun money runs out it runs out. I’m a functioning alcoholic.
Yesterday, my brother who flew in (by commercial airliner–he’s not a bird) from California took me and my other brother who lives in an assistant living facility (when will I need an assistant living facility?) to the Golden Palace Buffet restaurant in Oakland, the neighborhood I live in and home to the University of Pittsburgh. It was bomb! This Chinese restaurant is located in the heart of the business district of Oakland, a dream come true for students of the University of Pittsburgh who get tired of cafeteria food because you can get all you can eat (and all the soda you can drink) at the Golden Palace Buffet for $8.00.
Spank my bare bottom and call me a nudist. You know you can’s beat that with a stick!
My brothers had two plates. I had one. I have to keep my boyish figure for karaoke.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Hail to Pitt!