- During a recent rain, I was talking with a Jewish man about the decline of fedoras. He said they were out after Jack Abramoff. I made the observation that Abramoff was trying to keep his head covered as Jewish law dictates. My conversation partner retorted that after bilking Indian tribes out of millions, you were, covered head or no, a bad Jew. This man made partner for a reason.
- Productivity at work was off yesterday. Serving turkey with all the trimmings at lunch does that.
- It’ll be my second Thanksgiving without one grandfather, and my first without another. I remember thinking about the new Ken Burns documentary about WWII, and thinking that both of them would love it, although Grandpa O. would almost certainly doze off in the middle of it. I’m thankful I knew them both.
- The other day, I was walking down a metro escalator, slipped, and landed flat on my back. I seem to fall walking down stairs about once a year or so; I hope this means I’m covered for another 12 months. There were no major injuries this time, so probably not.
- We don’t seem to have See’s candies out here on the east coast; I checked wiki and found that they haven’t crossed the Mississippi River yet. (It sounds believable, although one must be careful; I saw on wiki the other day that Hermione Granger was bicurious—the entry has since been corrected.) Yes, I could order online, but I’d like to visit one of the stores.
- I’ll be going out to California tomorrow, so I might visit a See’s while there. I’m not looking forward to flying, but that’s nothing new. I mentioned my fears to a secretary, who promptly started telling me about flight accidents. Gah. Evil. I’m sure that if I die, it won’t be from physical malfunction but a from a panic attack—and it’s all that secretary’s fault.
- Blogging will probably be light. So if I’m not back before then, Happy Thanksgiving.
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