When I was five, I wanted to be Merv. When I went to my grandparents’ apartment in Newark, I’d go out on the balcony, beyond the curtains, then my Irish grandpa would shout, “Heeeere’s Merv!”, and I would come in through the curtains and everyone would cheer. Good times.
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August 12th, 2007 at 11:37:19 pm
When I was five, I wanted to be Merv. When I went to my grandparents’ apartment in Newark, I’d go out on the balcony, beyond the curtains, then my Irish grandpa would shout, “Heeeere’s Merv!”, and I would come in through the curtains and everyone would cheer. Good times.