lines. It never fails to bring back that boyhood grin listening to the
giants of Borscht-belt comedy.
Today, I had a physical therapist work with me - what a Starr (really,
that's her name). When she was wrapping up I heard those immortal
words come my way like a fat juicy meatball mistakenly thrown flat down home
plate.
"Are you comfortable?" she asks. (Yiddish pause) "I make a living."
Wonder if iTMS carries the movie Crossing Delancey.
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