by Bob

Hi. I started the old weekend off Friday night. Walter and myself went back to his place on the spur of the moment. The plan was to play video games and have pizza. It sounds lame but when you get right down to it, that’s all I really want to do. On the way there I spotted a huge dumpster full of books. They were in perfect condition, except for being in a dumpster, ha ha. Walter and I looked at each other and did the only thing we could do, rolled up our sleeves and started digging. From the books I was uncovering, I kind of get the feeling that an “alternative” book store went out of business. “Alternative” meaning: there seemed to be a lot of books about young men, discovering things — mostly about each other, ha ha. By the time we left, hordes of people were picking over our discovery. I walked away with a book by Gong Show legend, Chuck Barris and Walter walked away with a big stack of albums. He said he’s going to lock himself in a room and become the next Moby. Saturday, I cleaned my apartment. I mean I really cleaned it! I like having a place for everything and everything in its place. Good feeling. I talked on the phone a little bit and then drove to Nutley to do my laundry. Here’s a photo of my clothes in the dryer:

I took another photo in the parking lot. I was trying to be creative but it looks more like the Rain Man stole my camera and snapped a quick one.

I like that picture, it calms me. Sunday, I met up with my friend Sandi. We decided to go on an adventure, first stop, Ihop, ha ha. Ihop, let me tell you, they know what the heck they’re doing. From there, we kept driving and saw a sign for a place called The Rowe-Manse Emporium — A Specialty Department Store. I was thinking to myself that it was going to be one of those crazy sex places, you know, like they show on HBO every other hour. We both agreed it would be fun to explore and see how the other half lives. It turned out to be some cheap five and dime store. It was the weirdest store I’ve ever been in. There was a display of singing James Brown dolls, a candy section, a suit section, a glass section — even a snow sled section. The snow sleds were behind glass. Why? What is this place and why is it called the Rowe-Manse Emporium? We were both thrown for a loop. That was the end of the adventure. Because, where can you go from there? Here’s a picture that Sandi took outside the place:

We went home after that. I got some dinner, watched some TV and that was that. What a beautiful weekend. It was around 50 degrees, right where I like it. Rowe-Manse Emporium. I think I figured it out — “Rowe” and “Manse” must be two different people. I call that false advertising! That would make for quite the trial. “Your Honor, I wanted to go to a crazy sex shop — I feel that I was mislead by the department store’s name: Rowe-Manse Emporium.” Here’s another thing, who calls their store an “Emporium”? That’s a horrible name! “Macy’s Emporium” Does that sound good, I ask you, does it?! The whole thing just stinks! OK, that’s enough for a Monday. Have a good one. God Bless America.