Chumpservations, Vol. 30: Phone books, sneaker pimps, oddball gratuities and the world’s most famous Heimlich
Phony I came home the other morning to find a phone book sitting on my front door step. They’ve gotten considerably smaller over the years. I grew up in New York City. Back then, we had three separate phone books Continue reading Chumpservations, Vol. 30: Phone books, sneaker pimps, oddball gratuities and the world’s most famous Heimlich
