Just when everything seemed right

Last night, on the eve of this country's most radical primary of my life, I decided to venture into the Lower East Side. We poked around its various shops, then Andy pulled me over to the corner of Rivington & Suffolk. "Look inside," he said.

There sat two Hispanic men, methodically cranking out Matzo.

The crackers were coming down a conveyor belt, hand-separated by the first man, then passed along to the second, who broke them into serving sizes and placed them in a metal basket that would whisk them upstairs for further cooling and finally packaging.

"It's a total Rube Goldberg setup," Andy said, stealing my best line.

The man moving the crackers to the baskets turned around and smiled at us, pointing to crackers he held in his hand. He proceeded to open the window, and push the Matzo out at us. It took me back to being a kid at the grocery store with my mom, when the guy behind the bakery counter would offer up cookies. But this was New York in 2008! Maybe magic was possible.

Lo and behold, this morning I see that Clinton has 825 delegates to Obama's 732. A spell has been cast!

Wanting to commemorate my visit, I Googled Streit's Matzo Factory. So much for my alternate reality. The building's going for $25 million to the next highest bidder, with plans to continue production in Jersey.

Spring Cleaning in January

I'm sitting on the bus and I see a big piece of wood fly out of the back end of this truck--making me glad to be on the bus.



Thank God they were clearing out that truck.





The guy in front of me said, "Somebody's gonna have to clean that up, now."

The OSU

Anyone who went to OSU, and that's a lot of us, knows it was always The Ohio State University. Hence we were so very proud to sport these t-shirts, in homage, for the National Championship game at Tonic. That's right, this is in NYC, baby.



The first six minutes we were off to a rockin' start.




But then things started to get a little dicey.



We got a little philosophical.



Resorted to charms from the Michigan game.








At the end of the day--who gives? We had another great night out.

It's 1985 again?

Nah.

But sake from stolen glasses was just the right accompaniment for Smiley Face, a stoner flick without a point that we saw last night and had a frighteningly enjoyable time at. 2008 you say?

Queasy Pops

Pandora's box....

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