When in Rome…don’t plan on finding any parking, or riding in a car bigger than a clown car. Wow, I hadn’t realized that it’s been 5 weeks since I’ve blogged. Then again, no one visits here anymore, so why blog? If a blogger writes in the forest and there’s no one there to here it…Then again I probably wouldn’t get Wi-Fi out in the woods. Wait…I’m hearing a voice from my cornfield. Ok, I don’t have a corn field, I think it’s coming from my bag of candy corn. That can’t be good. What’s the voice saying….shhhh…I can’t hear….”Phil…if you blog it they will come” What?!!? “If you blog it they will come.” Blog what? Who the hell are you and why are you in my candy corn? “Phil…don’t be an idiot. Just write the fucking blog.” Well, I guess it can be much clearer than that, so I’ll keep writing. I hope the candy corn voice tells someone to leave a comment.
Since my last post I went to Rome, Italy. I have to specify that because here in New York there’s a small city called Rome also and everytime I told someone I was going to Rome they said “Italy?” There is absolutely no reason to go to Rome, NY, unless that’s the closest parking spot you can find to your hotel in Rome, Italy. Rome was a city built without parking. There isn’t a parking lot to be found. Sure, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a piazza or a 1000 year old cathedral, but parking? Forget it. Everyone there either drives something like a smart car, or a vespa type cycle. And they just about stack them to park. You know what would be great? If someone turned the Roman Coliseum into a parking garage. In the words of Billy Fucillo, that place is HUUUUUGE! It used to seat 300,000. Put a multi-level garage inside that thing and run a shuttle bus downtown every 20 minutes and you’d be richer than the pope.