"Oh, this was a mistake," he soon said.
He took out his IKEA dish cloth and wiped the back of his neck.
"I don´t know if I´m going to make it," he said.
The Kid Brother and I slowed the pace for the very uncomfortable San Geraldo.
He DID make it to the restaurant, but not before sticking the dish cloth under his baseball cap.
(Click the images for bigger chickens... and other things.)
|ABOUT TO CROSS SURF AVENUE. WHAT ARE WINGS FOR?|
TO PUT SOME DISTANCE BETWEEN US AND THE PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT.
When I pointed out "the look" to the Kid Brother, he said, ¨What the...?!?," shook his head and moved a few feet away. I joined him.
After a very pleasant — and very cool — lunch, we decided to take the subway home. San Geraldo rode the two stops to The Duchess´ apartment and The Kid Brother and I rode another 15 minutes to his neighborhood. It was hot (remember?), so the Kid Brother suggested a stop at Carvel´s for ice cream.
|THE ALWAYS PRESENTABLE KID BROTHER ON THE ¨F" TRAIN AFTER LUNCH.|
(ALTHOUGH I THINK IT´S TIME TO REPLACE THAT 'GOOD LUCK' YANKEES CAP!)
|FORT HAMILTON PARKWAY SUBWAY STATION, BROOKLYN.|
A LONG, HOT WALK TO THE STAIRS.
|OCEAN PARKWAY IN THE KENSINGTON NEIGHBORHOOD OF BROOKLYN.|
NEAR THE KID BROTHER´S DIGS.