Okay…Lux will be in Connecticut, I’ll be in Cleveland, Eve will be in Cucamonga…we’ll be selling cuchifritos, caricatures, and chiaroscuro, and marrying Christine, Caledonia, and Constantino.
So who’s going to be in Brooklyn?
Could some swell guy/gal familiar with the subway give a Wonko some help? I’ll be taking the path into the city, and want to get some directions using the subway or some other kind of public transportation.
Help!
Okay, that PATH train will get you to Christopher Street and Seventh Avenue in the lovely West Village. Jump on the West Side IRT downtown local (the 1 or the 9 train…color code RED). Transfer at Chambers Street to the downtown express (the 2 or the 3 train…color code still RED) across the platform. Ride this down to Wall Street (last station stop in Manhattan) then lickety-split under the East River to Clark Street (first station stop in Brooklyn), past Borough Hall, Hoyt Street, Nevins Street, Atlantic Avenue, Bergen Street, Grand Army Plaza! Out at Grand Army, up the stairs, gawk at the huge and vaguely Nuremburg-ish Memorial Arch for the Union Dead, then stroll down scenic Flatbush Avenue to Fifth, and start looking for the restaurant.
BigGirl, should he get out at Bergen? Is that closer to Fifth? I’d hate for Wonko to miss the Arch…I have had SUCH vivid nightmares about that Arch…
Why does the arch give you nightmares, Uke? Feeling guilty about something, are you? As you already know, I think the thing is magnificent, especially now that it’s been polished and all. (Do you recall back in the 60s or 70s when the top statue(s) nearly fell off the thing!?! It was following a severe storm, I believe.)
Hey, while I’ve got your attention, that was a way cool link regarding the UI who inspired your name. I had heard of him, but had no idea he was the voice of Jimminy Cricket! And the poor SOB died in lonely poverty? What a heartbreaking tale.
FLOYD COLLINS NEWS FLASH: a few months back I had a couple of dates with a gal who claimed to have a piece of the rock that pinned Floyd Collins. A mutual friend told me today that said rock-girl is sending it to me as part of her moving day purging! I’ll keep you posted…
Sua … be there … bells on shoes.
Uke, you been makin’ time with Caledonia? Pistols at dawn, sir!
Yo, Ike! Why are you trying to get our friend Wonko lost? Don’t you like him? 
Wonko, take the path train to 14th St. (at 6th Ave). Get off and walk west 1 block to 7th Ave and 14th St. Take the 2 or 3 train (downtown) to Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn. Then, follow Biggirl’s directions.
Bergen is much closer! If you can get to the World Trade Center, take the N or R to Pacific. This is just 3 short blocks away.
You will be on 4th Ave. Walk to Dean (1 block). Walk up to 5th Ave (1 block). You’ll see the restaurant right there on 5th between Dean and Bergen.
If you take the 2 or 3 to Bergen, you will be on Flatbush. Walk down Bergen to 5th. Again you’ll see it.
The bad news is that my poor Spot hurt his foot and had to have surgery yesterday. His dewclaw was removed. 
But he’s recovering nicely. I won’t be able to go on my planned trip this weekend so I can take care of him, so the good news is that I don’t have to leave the dopefest early. The other bad news is that my dear husband won’t be joining us so he can stay with Spot.
What time are things getting underway?
Spot the Cat?
Reservations are for 7:30. Greenie read a few posts up!
Spot the dog.
Well, excuuuuusssssse me! 
I meant the part about needing something to do for a few hours. Sheesh!
Lux Fiat: Couldn’t help myself, man. What makes her big head so hot?
Cajun Man: Just trying to make things a little more interesting for our pal, that’s all. Besides, if he takes your directions, Wonko won’t see the ARCH!
stuy: The Arch gives me nightmares because…ummm…hard to say. I love colossal statuary and Brutalist architecture as a rule; give me something huge and anthropomorphic and overbearing and I get all shivery. That’s why I love walking around in Paris (“Look! There’s a giant Archangel Michael slaying a dragon! And it’s big as a fucking HOUSE!”), and I wish there was a lot more of that sort of thing in the U.S. But sometimes, around four in the morning, I wake up in a cold sweat after dreaming about massive winged goddesses and enormous sword-wielding personifications of Germania crashing down on my head.
Hey guys,
It looks like I will be able to be there. Bill
Oh, great, now I’m missing Billdo’s triumphant return from wrestling grizzly bears in the wilds of Jersey!
sigh It appears my only consolation is that the hated Ukulele Ike, thief of blues-song women, won’t be there either.
Biggirl-I will be meeting Brother Bill after my class after which we will head out. Thanks for the offer of company.