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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.

Malted dream balls?

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.

Walk walk

I was walking home from an early appointment this morning and waved to one of the doormen on my block.

“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you for a moment,” he said.

I’ve heard this one before.  “Because I don’t have the dog with me, right?”

“No,” he said.  “Because you’re walking so fast.  You and Rory normally just stroll along.”

This observation kind of took me aback.

I’ve always thought of myself as a fast walker — am in fact always being reprimanded by friends to “slow down” when we are walking together around the city.

I attribute my pace to my days at the University of Kentucky in Lexington.  The campus is sprawled out from North to South, and with only 10 minutes between some classes, you have to book — and I mean seriously motor — to get from one end to the other on time.

I thought my personal walk speed had been permanently reset.  Apparently Rory Dog has taught me how to slow down and enjoy the sights, sounds and people along the way.

Chalk up another life lesson to the “hairy human” in my life.

Soooo local

When I first graduated from college, I worked for the NBC affiliate television station in Lexington, Kentucky — WLEX-TV, Channel 18.

I was a commercial writer and producer, but most of my friends worked in the news department.  Lexington was ranked 65th in market size in the country, and all the news reporters and anchors dreamed of working for a ‘major market’ station like Chicago, Los Angeles or New York.

I remember one of my college professors telling me, “Carla, local news is local everywhere.”  And he was right.

No matter how far up the food chain you go, local TV news can still be ridiculous at times.

Take today, for instance.  New York City got slammed with snow, and the local NBC affiliate station pre-empted “Today” to report on the weather around the five boroughs.

What did we see?

  • A reporter attempting to build a snow man on the side of a major highway — during repeated live shots — because he had a bet going with the cameraman over who was going to buy lunch
  • Another reporter hanging out with two guys shoveling snow in front of a government building. He tried to help them…and pretty much threw out his back.
  • A live shot just a few blocks from my house showing people getting out of cabs, sinking into the snow and ruining their shoes

I’m missing continuing coverage of the Vancouver Winter Olympics for this??

Wait — breaking news!  A street reporter in the Bronx has just stopped a motorist who was driving his convertible with the top down.  That woman has a nose for the news.

Reporting live from Manhattan, Carla Curtsinger, 18 Action News.