The first documented use of the moniker G-Ho in the pages of the Inquirer, embedded into the "oh, he went there" gentrification angle of Craig LeBan's Sidecar Bar & Grille review.
The earth shifts, the sky rains butter, and somewhere, an angel gets his wings.
And we all touch Sweeney's inner geek, gently.
I think this makes it pretty much official, don't you? That whatever we've been waiting for to happen, is beginning to happen. What you said last week, Wooq.
Posted by: Citizen Mom | 2006.06.10 at 14:24
Whatever is going around, this is for sure - it's reduced my fecal outtake tenfold.
Posted by: Wook | 2006.06.11 at 18:49