Broadway BrooklynThere is that old chestnut from Twain about not wanting to be a member of any club that would have him. I'd rather not be part of any club of which I am not a charter member. And one with a really simple way of quitting. I have never taken the B61 to Red Hook. I've heard it's a long ride. As I have well-documented suspicions of the moral quality of this city's bus drivers, I tend to stay away from that activity altogether. My son however, feels differently. Spring time is upon the city. The itch for things hibernating is upon the body. The memories of winter darkness are already filed and collated.
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that was groucho marx.
Ha!
I bet Engels convinced Marx to plagiarize Twain. Like when Marx said that thing about summer in San Francisco.
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