posted on May 17, 2001 11:41:39 AM...yup. Francesco's is in the middle of the carnage. Actually, we eat there every day we're there. Not bad food...and the drinks are excellent. I mean...let's stick to the important stuff...lol
posted on May 17, 2001 12:44:16 PM
That sounds like a wild time, I was wondering if I might have met Barry...I had several gentlemen ask if we had any watches. Course with all that was going on I have no idea or recollection of what they looked like.
I realize now that I am recalling who asked for what, only one Puzzle collector stopped by (I used to get a lot of wooden puzzels put them together for my own amusement.) Dislplay a clear photo, or on smaller ones wrap them on a corrugated carboard back with saran wrap. Haven't found any in an age. No real camera collector's except the ones from our Historical Photo Society who are only looking for super rare items...those were sold years ago. Not even any marble collectors (I love that when they would call in do you have any marbles) I always refrained from answering No we lost ours. I'm
sure they heard that more times than necessary.
At this time I don't plan on setting up at Brimfield in Sept. But, we probably would go out at least one day.
posted on May 17, 2001 12:57:04 PM
Getting back to the food angle ... I like stopping at that orchard stand towards the end of the highway in late afternoon for a piece of blueberry pie or chocolate cake. Of course, that means I have to walk on by the fried dough stand which takes incredible force of will ...
posted on May 17, 2001 01:01:50 PM
Never been to Francesco's, although I know where it is. To be honest, by dinner time I'm usually so tired, dusty and utterly pitted out that I don't feel fit to sit down at a "nice" restaurant. I'm still pissed off, though, that the Angus steak place was gone!
As for fried dough, I've never given in to that particular temptation. On the walk back to the car Tuseday evening, however, I stopped at the New England Model food court and bought a large cinnamon bun ala mode to eat on the way....
Barry
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posted on May 17, 2001 01:08:51 PM
You folks are making me drool...I held off on any food other than a roll up...so much dirt flying I couldn't enjoy a strawberry shortcake or a cinnamon bun with ice cream. It would have been covered with dirt before I finished the first bite. I also figured a fried bread dough wouldn't have any sugar left on it by the time I got to the first bite.
Which reminds me:
Picture this another show, outside at the vendors stand...fried bread dough buttered and in the hands of the mom, asks kid cinammon sugar or powdered. Kid say powdered, Mom is furiously shaking powdered sugar but is distracted by another child..the first kid is absolutely COVERED with powdered sugar the wind was blowing in his direction...funniest thing I have ever seen. He never said a word as it was flying all over him. I still laugh at that scene.
Fried dough...with cinnamon sugar...is a gift. Who knew (in the West) that such ambrosia existed? I go to the Brockton Fair...risking my life...just to get it. Yum. Also, corn dogs...
posted on May 17, 2001 01:17:15 PM
Hey, I used to live there in the 60's could hardly wait to move out in the mid 70's when they started raiding houses with motorcycles in the "Living Room" just up the street from us, drugs were the basis for the raids the motorcycles were just an extra.
We went through there about 10 years ago,
my husband stopped at a market we used to frequent..can't remember what he needed but he was gone soo long I became afraid for my life based on the actions and shouting going on in the parking lot...too afraid to get out, I literally crouched on the floor on the passanger side and had a heart attack when someone tried to open the door...it was my husband!
posted on May 17, 2001 01:19:03 PM
It's disturbing to hear about the encroachment of new merchandise at Brimfield. Another flea market I go to, this one a little closer to home, has been hurt terribly by the sellers of "new stuff." It's at the airport in Stormville, New York, on Memorial Day weekend, then the first weekend of each month through October. In just ten years I've seen it go from entirely antiques to being so overwhelmed by the "it fell off a truck" people that now the field has been cut right down the middle, antiques on one side, new crap on the other. At least somebody had the wisdom to segregate it like that.
Funny about Brockton...the armpit of Mass... this is the place I got in the fight about the elephant...remember?
A very dear friend of mine lives in Bridgewater (next door to Brockton). Her little girl loves the rides...scarier the better. Well...so do I...so I go on them with her. The bad guys take one look at us...laugh...and leave us completely alone. Toke on the Hammer is just too much for them...lol! I just don't fit the age profile...
I love the rides so much I've even ended up with some...ummm...problematic types, in the car with me. Fun...every time. I scream...they take care of me. Not bad...
Seriously though, I'm aware people have been killed there...I'm always as careful as I can bear to be. I want to enjoy life though, so I have to limit my (justified) paranoia....
posted on May 17, 2001 01:55:08 PMGodzillatemple I must point out there is a left and right...."armpit" that is.
even further off topic...That wonderful Marmalade Cat whose picture you posted, he looks very large, is that so and what is his name?
[ edited by zilvy on May 17, 2001 01:56 PM ]
And then there's Lynn, Lynn...the city of sin. That's where my friend is from...she swears Brockton cannot compare in depravity... Lowell isn't even mentioned in this context...
posted on May 17, 2001 02:05:47 PM
"... you never come out the way you went in!"
Did you know that the city actually wanted to change its name to something like "Oceanview" just because some of the residents were sick of hearing that poem?
As for the 'burbs, it all depends on where you live, I guess. I'm in a burb just north of Boston, but live in a nice neighborhood. Well, as long as you ignore the incident where somebody smashed the window of my new sports car looking for stereo components. That, and the fact that I saw somebody dealing drugs in front of my apartment last week. Other than that, though....
Barry
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posted on May 17, 2001 02:19:02 PM
Take any old New England city whose prosperity in the 19th century was dependent on manufacturing and voila, 20th-century armpit. The lack of any real employment (other than minimum wage jobs in retail and franchise outlets) combined with a profusion of 3-6 family tenement rentals (former millworker housing) is the perfect recipe for the ruination of once-proud communities.
posted on May 17, 2001 02:24:30 PM
But since we're comparing, one of the scariest places I ever passed through was Bridgeport, Connecticut. Extraordinary to think that P.T. Barnum once called it home and even built his fantasy mansions there.
...yup. Francesco's is in the middle of the carnage. Actually, we eat there every day we're there. Not bad food...and the drinks are excellent. I mean...let's stick to the important stuff...lol
