Pizza! Yum!

Here is a couple of pictures from our basbeall trip. Thie first pic is My pops, Caleb and me in front of the Brooklyn Bridge, which will be celebrating its 125th birthday this year.

The second pic is my little brother trying to fall into the river. He almost made it too!

The first thing we did once we got to manhattan was to head to the Brooklyn bridge. After taking some pics there, we rode the subway over to Brooklyn for lunch at a pizza joint called "Grimaldi's."

Literally stationed underneath the Brooklyn Bridge, Grimaldi's was a great place to eat. You go to Grmaldi's for great pizza and the experience. The place is sky high with nostalgia. It's Grimaldi's way or the highway! You sit exactly where they tell you to sit and you're happy about it. I was seated between the wall and he table, I scooted the table away from the wall no more than two inches, within thirty seconds of my move, a waiter saw that the table had moved and push the table back to its original locale.

Caleb was nervous about going to New York, because he was afraid New Yorkers would sense his "southerness" and not like him. This is why he literally rubber banded his wallet closed once we arrived in New York.

After ordering our pizza, we are sitting around enjoying the oldies music playing. Low and behold, "Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynard Skynard begins to play. Caleb perks up and remarks "maybe they like Southerners after all." Fifteen seconds later, the channel was changed and Caleb's feeling crushed. He swore up and down that they tuned it off because of him. The next two days were filled with Caleb's paranoia of Northerners.