Was going to go until the rain. Sorry to miss it.
Told one of my favorite restaurants in the neighborhood to enjoy their Indigenous Peoples’ Day brunch and have a nice life because I wouldn’t be back.
Celebrated that way. : )
My dad was a Correction Officer in NYC and marched in many Columbus Day parades. He played the saxophone. I’m also a goomba.
Meh! Since the real Dons died off, Columbus Day is a snoozer.