One commenter on a knitting website called the book “ludicrious and repulsive,” cutely worrying that Matthews has sullied the good name of knitters everywhere: “We knitters need to tell the world that she does not represent us and that the majority of us are kind, charitable, concerned, caring people.”
The next 2 photos were taken in Albany, NY at the now gone but deeply missed "Palais Royale". When I say I loved this fucking bar, I do not exaggerate. It was a run down, dirty dive and the best place I ever had the honor of having a drink. It had been around for over 80 years in various locations. It was owned by a man named Rocky whose dad had handed it down to him. Rocky would tell you stories about shining the shoes of Legs Diamond when he was a kid. He was a little bitty Italian man and even in his 90's still flirting with the ladies. The bar was filled with irreplaceable bottles, knick knacks and memories. You could find yourself sitting next to a regular that had been there since 8am or a senator stopping by after work (the capitol building is down the street). The last time they had a raise in prices, the beers went up to $2.50.
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