hootie hoo

Here is a song I wrote many years ago about a lady some of us knew as "Party Girl Polly."

If you want to party with Party Girl Polly
There is not much you need do
Grab a pint of Bacardi, half a pound of Havarti,
And let out a hearty "hootie-hoo."

You probably had to be there to appreciate it, all those times in the late eighties and early nineties, when she would show up in her van and wearing her leather floppy hat and say "where's the party?" She was an attractive lady with very crooked teeth and could always find the party.

Back then, you could get a quick and inexpensive meal at the Continental Cafe on Henderson Street. They served Greek food and pizza and had ancient Greek figures painted on the ceilings. Some of the booths had little black and white televisions on the table. You could slide a quarter in and watch Doogie Howser or the Wonder Years while you ate your manicotti or Greek salad. Or you could go to Sadlack's around the corner, or walk to Fowler's grocery store (where the current Vespa restaurant is) and buy some cold cuts and bread and a bottle of wine, or walk into the cooler and pick up a case of Little Kings.

All gone now. Like dust in the hourglass...