“Have you ever been phoned in Upton, Mass., for being a lucky wise guy?”
If so, you win … nothing!
Ok. You win a cyberspatial imaginary fist-bump.
(Hint: “Hello, Rangoon!”)
Some Chicago Boyz know each other from student days at the University of Chicago. Others are Chicago boys in spirit. The blog name is also intended as a good-humored gesture of admiration for distinguished Chicago School economists and fellow travelers.
“Have you ever been phoned in Upton, Mass., for being a lucky wise guy?”
If so, you win … nothing!
Ok. You win a cyberspatial imaginary fist-bump.
(Hint: “Hello, Rangoon!”)
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[ring] “Hello, New York? Sell!”
[ring] “Hello, Chicago? Sell!”
[ring] “Hello, LA? Everyone in New York and Chicago is selling. Buy!”
Dude, nice try.
No doubt that actually happens now and then.
“Were you picking your teeth in Poughkeepsie?”
No wait, that was the “French Connection”
Hamlet, Act II Scene III
Thanks to Google I can confidently state that even if I had known I wouldn’t have admitted so publicly.
Mrs. Davis, you had to be there.
I thought that sounded familiar, and I guessed right. I gather the station (WBCN, but they will be changing the call letters) is switching to sports talk, which means it loses my car radio button. It’s not such a big loss as it would have been some years ago. Hint to station managers: Kurt Cobain has been dead a long time, and unless you’re running an oldies station, it’s time to find some more recent music.
Mitch: *fist bump*
Did you listen to BCN back circa 1980?
Yes, I remember the first time Laquidara got fired on the overnight shift. They told him not to play any more songs with drum solos, so he played Toad, In-a-gadda-da-vida, and a few more, all in a row.