Went to Costco today for food and etc. and that is always and adventure. I've heard several people claim that they just go there for the hot dogs, claiming that they are the best. I don't agree with them but that doesn't make them bad people. I don't like big fat long hot dogs with a big fat long roll; my favorite hot dog is still Nathan's and always will be. I like them even better than Hebrew National or Ball Park dogs. In my teen days, we didn't get to Nathan's in Coney Island very often, so we counted on the corner deli. I used to eat six hot dogs with mustard and potato salad on them every Saturday night. With a Mission Orange, the whole deal came to 35 cents.
The whole experience in Costco reminds me of an overpopulated ant hill. People are pushing their loaded wagons around like ants schlepping crumbs. The entrance to the store and the exit are very close together, and customers are pouring in by the numbers and coming out the same way--like ants in and out of their hill. Of course the only difference is that ants do not have to use American Express to check out. This day we met several other ants--people from Huntington Lakes. It seems that every time we go there, we meet some ant--person we know. It's a small world, but a big Costco.
Tonite we are going to China Gardens with Sally and Irv Forman, Marilyn Silverstein (Eliza) and Dick, and Bev and Billy Berger from our building. Sally and Irv we know from East Meadow where our children grew up...that was about 50 years ago. Fast friends are good friends. Sally and Marilyn even bought my book. I'll sign them tonite.
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