Showing posts with label Big Apple. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Apple. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Pahk my Feet in Hah-vad Yahd

So my friends in Boston were strolling along Newberry Ave. and decided to turn on Clarendon. So there they are, walking along when they came across the FLOR Store.


And then they saw the nice picture in the win - BAM! - it hit them, they knew those feet! - the feet on the sign in the window - from somewhere.


Looked a little closer and realized those teal colored piggies were none other than Finley Skertich's. And the big kickers to her right are Dad's flippers.


My piggies are plastered across 21 store windows in 18 different cities and two different countries (I'm kicking it up on the window in Toronto, Canada as well). So if you're in the Big Apple, D.C., Hot-lanta, the Big D (Dallas), Denver, W. Hollywood, San Francisco and all the way from Seattle to Miami and you see some tootsies you recognize, you can say you knew me way back when.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

New Bike Day

So on Monday, with Mom and Dad back fresh from a trip to the Big Apple, most people were celebrating Memorial Day. I, on the other hand, was celebrating New Bike Day.

See, last year on Memorial Day it was so beautiful out that Dad went and bought a bike with a seat on the back so the four of us could go on a bike ride. And this year after bludgeoning my knees on a tricycle that is for 2-year-olds, we went to the bike store and got me a new bike!


And man, oh, man, do I ride that thing.

One part of my new bike experience that I really enjoy is riding AWAY from Mae as she is trying to catch up with me, on foot nonetheless.

And with that purchase for me, Mae got herself upgraded from a little car to a brand new (totally used) green machine that's never been ridden (except by me for, like, two years), which she rides like the wind, until she drives off into the grass.

I often need to dismount my bike to get her back on the right path, which feels like a metaphor for what might be the rest of my life with li'l Mae... getting her "back on the right path."

Hey, Finley, why are you so blurry on your bike in this next photo?

Well, Mr. Questioner, you just can't capture that type of speed in focus on a camera.