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Sorry about that, Silverthwaite, I must be the only person who's never watched Law and Order or any of it's spin-offs.

Let me get this straight. He was the father of your "baby's" pediatrician? How does that work, age-wise?

 

Never watched... Words fail me.

(Of course, I have never seen The Simpsons or Saturday Night Live.)

 

Simpletons- no thanks.
Saturday Blight - has been dead due 20 years.
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In my non humble opinion.

 

... he was Baby's doctor Daddy!

Bakers, it was in the movie Dirty Dancing. He played a doctor, the father of one of the main characters. That character, his daughter, went by the name Baby. (Thus, Baby's doctor Daddy!)

 

Wasn't 'Baby' Jennifer Grey?
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STILL hot.
I'd dirty dance with her.

 

Yes, indeed, King! And the "lead guy" was Patrick Swayze.

 

That I know.....
He has had, incorrect parts...
As far as I'm concerned.

 

Either you need severely corrective glasses, or by those "incorrect parts" to which you refer, you mean roles...

LOL!

 

Thanks for the memory refresher, SBSVC!

I didn't know then, but do now, that Jennifer is Joel Grey's daughter! Talk about good dancing genes!

 

Ummmmmmm......no.....
Body parts.
I have those particular ones of my own.

 

Brought back good memories hearing the stories about shopping back in the day.
I remember getting on the bus on Saturday mornings when I was a young teen with my friends and going to shop at A&S. We would make a day of it, no matter what the weather.

They had lockers in the store that we could put out coats in if necessary and we would mostly
window shop but they had some sort of lunch place there where we had an inexpensive meal (maybe hot dogs) to get us through the day.
And in the basement was the to die for counter where they served THE BEST EVER
concoction of some sort of creamy ice cream with a choice of toppings.

Sweet memories.

 

From the memory bank:

My favorite shopping day (aged 6 onward) was to go with my grandmother on the trolley to 69th street in Philadelphia. A short walk through the station brought us to the shoe polish man (Loved that!), and then to the subway. First to Gimbel's, to shop and wander a bit until it was time to meet my Great Aunt, who was the Buyer for the Silver Department. (See, it's in my genes!) Then the three of us went to the dining room for lunch. The dining room had 18' ceilings with enormous long windows with pale yellow silk draperies; there were tablecloths and silver and crystal, and chicken-salad-sandwiches-on-white-toast for me. Dessert was often doubled, as there was a tiny closet sort of space outside the dining room that made macaroons -- the kind with long strands -- to serve fresh and still hot.

Afterward, we went to Wannamakers's to shop some more, and, if it were Christmas time, we stood by the Eagle (I think it may be much bigger than the Wall Street bull), to sing carols with my grandmother's friends (Professionals, like her) who appeared up on the balcony with the giant organ. (And It WAS huge!)

After that we usually went to the nativity play in Wannamaker's theatre, where I could hobnob afterward with all the above-mentioned singers.

The last visit was around the corner to Leary's Bookshop, which snuggled up to Wannamaker's on a cobblestoned street. Bins of books on the outside, and troodles of goodies on the inside, usually including a Nancy Drew for me.

On the way home, I pillowed my head on my grandmother's huge fox fur collar...and napped.

The only thing that marred the day was getting thirsty. All the stores had water fountains, of course, but Philadelphia water is absolutely VILE. In later years, I figured that somehow we were getting the runoff from the Manhattan Project.