Larry also ate a lot of hot dogs. A LOT of hotdogs. He ate them almost every night for dinner. Sometimes that came back to haunt him:
Translation: Arose 8 AM. Brought a book down the library and had a new crystal put in my watch. Then I rode out to Malden Sq. on my bike. Home at 1 PM. IN to work at 3 PM. Worked til 1235 PM. Came home and retired 115 AM. Remarks: Fine autumn weather but getting along to winter again. A "typical Hot Dog"--a heterogeneous conglomeration of unknown undigestable ingredients. I had one tonight, so I KNOW.
"Holy Cats!"
Translation: Arose 5 AM In to work 6 AM. Worked til 3 PM. Tom called 4 PM. We walked up to SOmerville Park and back again. He called after supper and we went down to the beach. Holy cats!! Why for did I go. Rode around on flying horses about twenty times grinning at every girl we didn't know. Finally rode home with two Chelsea girls to library St Chelsea. Walked over Bunker Hill and retired 1130.
Just wanted to say thanks for allowing us the opportunity to see these wonderful diaries.
(Also: I am listening to the Radium Dance as we speak.)
Posted by: Slippery [SA] | 08/19/2006 at 11:04 PM