| I've got nothing against Philadelphia, let
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| | my head about this Corona was a Phil
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| me make that clear. I've also never lived
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| | Hendrie character who lived there, the
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| there, but did spend a few years there on
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| | oft-humiliated and always litigious Steve
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| several weekends, to paraphrase W.C.
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| | Bosell. I now know that Corona's also home
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| Fields. And even though cold, grey, rainy
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| | to the best bagels I've had in years, from
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| days could remind me of New York or
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| | N.Y.P.D. (for pizza department). The
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| Baltimore, where I actually have lived,
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| | owners used to own the Bagel Oasis on the
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| they always make me think of Philadelphia
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| | Horace Harding Expressway (fancy name for
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| in wintertime. Like today, when Southern
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| | a service road if you ask me), in - you
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| California is anything but sunny, where
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| | guessed it - Queens, where I used to stop
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| intimidated drivers creep through rivers
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| | and stock up on my way back to Manhattan
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| of standing water while daredevils swerve
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| | from band rehearsals, long about thirty
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| around them, wheels deep in the muck,
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| | years ago. It's a small world, by cracky,
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| throwing up rooster tails like offshore
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| | even under the big sky.
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| power boats, just before they lose control
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| | Meanwhile, my son's still chanting his
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| and start sliding sideways down Ventura
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| | latest favorite "novelty tune," as we used
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| Boulevard. Thank God it doesn't snow here.
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| | to call them. I was mystified when he and
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| I'm eager to get back to Miami.
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| | his mates became Weird Al fans a year ago,
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| My nine-year-old is with me in the truck,
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| | and rewarded them with a seminar on Roger
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| on our way back from his friend's house.
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| | Miller, Jim Lehrer and Ray Stevens that
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| He's chanting a rap lyric about an
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| | made their eyes glaze over. These days,
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| ultimate showdown of cartoon heroes and
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| | folks don't seem to work so hard on
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| tough guys. Over and over again. He's been
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| | satire, delivering the large-type edition,
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| chanting it since last weekend, when he
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| | dumbed down to make sure the audience gets
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| learned it from his teammates at a soccer
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| | it. Doesn't mean it's not funny, just not
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| tournament in Corona (not the one in
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| | so original. I mean, where's Ian Dury when
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| Queens where the best Italian ices come
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| | you need him?
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| from). No, this Corona's out near
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| | It's still raining, but we're almost home,
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| Riverside, on the edge of a huge valley
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| | and my son's almost done (timing is
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| between mountains that really do turn
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| | everything). He's reached the climax of
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| purple with the sunset. When you get up on
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| | his ultimate showdown song, where Mr.
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| the Westbound I-91 ramp in the dark, the
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| | Rogers slays everyone who isn't already
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| scale of it all just smacks you in the
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| | dead, then, for reasons I'll never
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| face, especially if you're an East Coast
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| | understand, commits hara-kiri. Maybe we
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| boy like me. There's a vast valley floor,
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| | are Devo, after all. I remain hopeful,
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| covered with a bed of lights, all at the
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| | though, whenever I see my son cracking up
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| same height, spreading like Georgia kudzu
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| | over a smart Monty Python sketch, like the
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| to the bases of mountains all around. No
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| | soccer match between the Bournemouth
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| high-rises out here. Don't need 'em. This
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| | Gynecologists and the Watford Long John
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| is big country, with plenty of floor
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| | Silver Impersonators. Then again, those
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| space.
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| | guys also did the fish-slapping dance.
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| Until last weekend, the only data point in
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