Tom used the expression "New York minute" in his family blog about the road repair -- the point being that around here we are more laid back and the work won't be finished in a New York minute.It reminded me of an incident when I was visiting the monastery at Marylake some years ago. I had poured myself a bowl of coffee -- the Carmelites used to drink coffee in these huge WWII Army surplus cereal bowls, but that's a story I'll save for another time. Anyway, I poured the coffee, went to the freezer to get an ice cube and dropped it in.
Old Brother Victor from Oklahoma looked at me over his thick eyeglasses. "You drink Yankee coffee, huh?"
"Yankee coffee?"
"Yeah, you don't have the patience to let it cool off on its own."
Yankee coffee. New York minutes.
Are the Brooklyn Broccolo's adjusting to that time difference?
2 comments:
Of course we are!! I looove it! Did you hear? I'm going back to TX for a wk & 1/2 for a boob job! All my childhood dreams come true.
*single tear falls*
A week and a half? That's not a New York minute!
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