The Only Living Boy in New York

tanya77:

Out for a run. (I’ll send $50 via PayPal to the first person who can guess where I am.)

I’d know this spot even if my brain was riddled with Alzheimer’s or I was stricken with Memento disease. That is most definitely Wichita, KS. There’s no mistaking those famous Kansas mountains. My friends and I used to skip school and sunbathe here, even in the winter. We called it The Waterin’ Hole, and it’s where I had my first taste of whiskey and of a woman’s love.

That boat there in the center belongs to a guy we called Old Man Calamity, and one time we stole the vessel to see if we could shoot the chutes, but ended up the chutes shot us. Boy, Ol’ Man Calamity was fit to be tied, and I had to work all summer at his cheeseburger farm to pay off the boat’s repairs.

‘Course, here in New York City, it’s hard to find a spot like The Waterin’ Hole, but this pic cools my soul. Check in on Old Man Calamity for me. Tell him Ryan sent you, and he’ll give you a fresh cheeseburger, right off the vine.  Yep, that’s either Wichita, KS or the Isle of Capri in Italy.  People are always getting the two confused,

8 July 2011 ·