Yesterday evening, R.,C., and I convened at Cato’s on Piedmont Avenue to watch history as the Yankees played their last game at Yankee Stadium and defeated the Baltimore Orioles. We wondered about David Simon, drank a pitcher of Pilsner (or two), failed to complete the crossword puzzle, and I ordered a plate of Buffalo wings. I LOVE Buffalo wings. Strange guilty pleasure left over from my days working as an investigator for the City of New York. Not a bad way to wrap up the weekend, though not exactly typical of A Rockridge Life. Especially since I’m not a Yankees fan. OK NY readers, bring it. You know I’ve always hated them, so don’t act shocked.
Not exactly like the ones I used to get on Wall Street, but pretty good.