Nothing Ever Happens on My Street
Reporting on the minutiae of the day
Lazy summer evening with a light rain misting the neighborhood, I opted for the 5 block walk to Zula for flat bread with an eye on taking half home for breakfast tomorrow. Done! Book: In the Country of the Blind by Edward Hoagland. I picked up this book randomly and took it home based on the Annie… Continue reading Book and (substituting for beer) a wine #3
Sometimes I drop the ball at the grocery store. I reach for the bbq chips and come home with the no salt chips. I suffer through the accidental package of gel toothpaste when I wanted normal paste. Also...Flavored coffee when I wanted regular. Whole bean when I wanted ground. Strawberry yogurt when I wanted cherry.… Continue reading Peanuts
Sunday, June 10 - Saturday, June 17 This Week in Hangovers: The week started with a freakin' hangover. The thing is, while I enjoy adult beverages on a regular basis, I am, by and large, past my over-indulging days. I know better than, for example, to end the evening by drinking a shot.… Continue reading What I Learned This Week #5
When I was a kid, after Passover every year, my Dad would buy a box or two of close-out Passover matzos. He liked to make two things with his yearly purchase of matzo. First was a bologna "sandwich": a schmeer of Miracle Whip and a couple thin slices of bologna on a matzo carefully broken… Continue reading Matzo Brei
In a neighborhood full of bars and restaurants, its surprisingly difficult to find a neighborhood bar. Where every new establishment seems to be designed for mass consumption, it's nice to find a less forced atmosphere, a place that you might stop into even if you weren't planning to have a drink. You stop because you saw someone… Continue reading Longfellow – Bar Review
#4 Sunday June, 4 - Saturday, June 10 This Week in Where Did the Time Go?: A couple of my friends have kids graduating high school this month and that means graduation parties. There are two fascinating parts about graduation parties for kids I've known their whole lives. 1) I can't help but think… Continue reading What I Learned This Week
Here's a book lover emotion: I feel bad for books on the bottom shelf at the library. Some book lovers wax poetic over the smell of old books. I wring my hands over the lack of consideration for books on the bottom shelf. So sad. The bottom shelf of books are just out of comfortable eye range… Continue reading Bottom Shelf Blues
