The Old Soldier has turkey necks for his crock pot. What a great invention the crock pot is.
Hello, my brother and sister readers and writers from all over the world! I’m writing this post in my new composition notebook as I sit at the bar in Armand’s in Little Italy. It’s around 11:00 a.m. on what is a warm (80s) but overcast day in Pittsburgh. Only four other customers are in the bar. One thing about being retired is that when you drink before noon at Armand’s, you pretty much have the bar to yourself. But that’s okay. I’m working.
Next door to Armand’s is an electronics store that sells used electronics. People donate their old electronics to the store. The store repairs the electronics if they need to be repaired. Then the store sells the electronics cheap. The monitor that I’m using for my computer cost me $25.00.
Across the street is a “dollar store.” I’ve never found anything in the store that actually cost a dollar; but everything is really cheap. I buy dishwashing liquid, laundry liquid, bleach and stuff like that. I’ve bought bath towels and sheets and pillow cases. Lately, I’ve been eyeing sauce pans. Everything is so cheap.
I got my turkey necks at the supermarket down the street. Gale, the bartender, put the turkey necks in one of the coolers for me.
And of course I go to Nico’s in Little Italy for karaoke a couple of Saturday nights a month.
All of these little things help to keep this writer writing.
This is the Old Soldier reporting from Pittsburgh.
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