I had a dream last night, and it was a real Whoppler.
Wait for it.
In the dream, I was talking with friends I worked with back in the day in Lexington, Kentucky.
We’re talking over 20 years ago.
I can only assume that the NCAA tourney earlier this week has brought that time in my life to the forefront of my brain. But we weren’t talking about the Wildcats. No, we were all upset that we couldn’t find Whooplers in the local stores.
Not Whoopers, which is what I think we meant. Whooplers.
Even while the dream was taking place, I was thinking in the back of my mind…
“Don’t we really mean Whoopers?
But I couldn’t seem to express it.
So I woke up this morning with Whoppers on the brain. I hope I can find them in the local theatre. (That’s the only place I ever eat them.)
And I hope my Lexington friend Paul Fast is doing well. Because I dreamed about him last night.

Name that bar
I am on my way to Boston, and was determined to find blog inspiration en route.
It only took two blocks.
On 10th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen is a bar called Lansdowne Road, New York City’s best sports bar if you believe their marketing. I don’t know about that, but the name certainly jumps out to me.
I lived off Lansdowne Road in Lexington, Kentucky..in my very first apartment of my very own. (Translation: no roommates)
After 12 years in the pricey Northest, the place seems even bigger in my memory. And at $350 a month for a one-bedroom with free parking, well, I don’t mind admitting — I just threw up a little in my throat.
Yeah, I may have to pay this Lansdowne Bar a visit, just for the nostalgia. If it is near a Target, I’ll move in.
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