NASHVILLE - I love living in the South. I really do. Nashville is a very cool place. But folks down here certainly don’t know diddly about making bagels. Sitting in the Nashville Airport is Noshville Deli¸ festooned with images suggesting a New York connection: large photos of the Empire State Building and a lovely aerial shot of the Brooklyn Bridge.
But the bagel was a huge disappointment, more like Wonder Bread with a hole in the middle. Maybe it’s an ethnic thing. Perhaps only Jews can make an authentic bagel. Wonder if there’s a goyim counterpart. Maybe only goys can make real fried chicken, swimming in Crisco?
I can’t wait to get to the Big Apple to dig the real thing. Maybe go for the gold and have a bialy as well. (You gotta be a New Yorker to know what a bialy is.)
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CINCINNATI - Cincinnati Airport. Aside from the fact that it has a paved runway, we could be in a Third World country. Certainly an inauspicious entre to New York City. But you goes where the plane goes.
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EN ROUTE - The tiny Embraer jet from Nashville to Cincinnati is tight even for my just under 5-foot 7 inch frame. Barely enough room to stow your carry-ons overhead. But the stewardess (aka cabin attendant) made up for the shortcomings. Her name was Taylor, an androgynous name. And she had a toughness about her. A toughness masking a huge sensitivity. Not a negative thing at all. Certainly not for me. A modest turn-on. Not as intense as the American Airlines girl(?) from Dallas last June. Dang! She was something. I’m pretty sure she was either a cross-dresser or a sexual reassignment individual. The fact that I found her so alluring may say more about me than I’m willing to admit in an open blog. And Wonder Woman in those stars-and-stripes shorts. Shazam! Certainly stirred up something in a 9-year-old comic book reader.
Someone once suggested that my type was "soft boys". A little unkind perhaps. But Liz (Wife #2) certainly fell into that category. Dazzlingly beautiful but sinewy muscles like a wrestler.
Excuse me for a moment. My glasses are steaming up.
Taylor didn’t quite fall into that category. But her allure was captivating. It certainly mitigated some of my claustrophobia in the tiny cigar-shaped Embraer jet.
Probably ought to send a fan letter to Delta. “Dear sir or madame, I congratulate you on your choice in employees as represented by Taylor. Her androgyny was stimulating.”
Yeah, I’m sure that would work.
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There is something sexy about the whole subject of sex reassignment and people living as women after having been born male. Opposite switch is not at all so hot.
ReplyDeleteIt's sad, though, to see girls whose asses are only half or less as wide as their shoulders. There's a small contingent of such creatures at my church, and they're not at all alluring. They range in appearance somewhere between dumpy and grotesque.