“New York New York... Sinatra”
You’re always defending Wisconsin, so I’ll tell you this little story.
There is a bar on State Street called, ‘Paul’s Club.’ Paul has since passed away, but it is the COOLEST place. There is an old Oak Tree that grows through the middle of the bar, they make the best Grasshoppers on the planet, and when Paul was still around, you could talk him into singing, ‘New York, New York’ at least three times in an evening.
Thanks for the special memory! (I knew how to get into the bar through the kitchen which backed up to a parking ramp. And you only had to jump down ONE floor! Ah, YOUTH!)
Thanks, unique!!
Hyman Roth.....#50!!
Diana.....#100!!