This was a weekend in good and bad food choices
A male buddy, who is white, showed up with a female friend, who is Asian, at my home the other day. I introduced them to my wife and noted that my wife and I were a white female/Asian male couple.
Guests: (to wife) Hello!
Me: It’s like we’re the negative images of each other!
The girl was from Taiwan and had never been to America before so I gave the two of them a quick 45 minute nickle tour of my neighborhood before a phone conference I had scheduled.
Her: How long have you lived here?
Me: About 40 years.
She wanted a hot dog so I brought them to the Grey’s Papaya on 72nd.
Forget sometimes that I live in the middle of one of the most visited places on the planet; to me, it’s just home.
When people visit, I become a tourist in my own city again. Even if only for a little bit.
Picture from On The Set of New York.
Everywhere I look, the news is troubling and sad. Was going to write something about it, but I don’t think I’m clear in my head right now – my injuries are preventing me from going to the gym, which in turn has led to the return of my insomnia, which in turn is leaving me fuzzy.
Not a good start to the week but the weather’s cooled down enough for me to make some lasagne.
Life is better with lasagne.
Location: running out to get more coffee
Music: how could he resist when her dress let in the autumn sun?
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