DICKIE DO & DICKIE DEE – Or, Life in New Jersey

Because we ordered something once from a catalog, we get dozens
of catalogs a month, from highbrow to the very low. One of the latter
offers t-shirts with the legend “The Dickie Do Club,” detailed
as follows: “My gut hangs out more than my dickie do.”
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Would someone actually buy one for himself? Or do you send
an affectionate gift to husband or friend? And where would you
wear it? A family picnic? The local roadhouse? Does it help you
pick up women? What kind of women does it help you meet?
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Dickie Dee’s, on the other hand, was a place in Newark to get
a Newark-style hot dog, fried in ancient grease, black with age,
along with cubes of potatoes, all stuffed in a small Italian loaf.
It wasn’t as bad as it sounds, but not as good as you might think.
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Imagine making an evening of it: start with hot dogs at Dickie Dee’s,
wearing your Dickie Do t-shirt; down some brewskies further up
Bloomfield Avenue. Tomorrow is soon enough for string quartets,
brown rice, or a meditative hike in the Watchung Mountains.

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