The Bibb Apple

It's a helluva town, so they say. And Bibb's gonna put that to the test. That's right, loyal blogapaloozas, yours truly is off to the city by the bay...the windy city...the land of a thousand lakes...the big easy...well, damn. That place where Spider-man lives. And Bibb needs your help to make it a super-special funathon not to be forgotten (even with extensive therapy).

The great Forky of New Yorky has graciously made room for me to stay in his rickety old mansion in midtown, where the locals say a powerful gypsy woman once conjured demons from the depths of a cauldron forged from the sticky black souls of the damned.

Forky's Place (Dramatic Recreation)

But as exciting as this trip is bound to be of its own accord, I just know that you poor saps out there who have to stay home all summer in the raging flood waters of the Lone Star state are just dying to experience Gotham vicariously through the exploits of your favorite Bibb. So send me the craziest ideas for adventure you can devise.

For example, should I...

1. Apply for a job at the Times Square Applebee's?

2. Drop a steaming cup of egg drop soup off the top of the Empire State Building?

3. Exorcise Forky's haunted manse?

4. Ask several people on the subway where Spider-man lives?

5. Go see Mary Poppins?

Your imagination is the only limit. I will be in The City for six days in August, and I solemnly swear to perform the three wackiest ideas / activities / misdemeanors you can come up with. Think of me as your New York puppet: you pull the strings and I dance & sing!