Guilt, the emotion that keeps the world from descending into even further chaos, was my friend today. I heard raindrops falling on the fire escape outside my windows. The forecast had called for showers, so it wasn't a surprise. By the time I finished lunch, the rain seemed to have stopped. I could have easily rationalized staying indoors, as I'm in the home stretch of the fourth round of editing Bob Rubenstein's The White Bridge. My ridiculous personality wouldn't allow it, of course. I would have felt like a slacker if I didn't at least check on the conditions. The streets were wet and the sky was overcast, but it wasn't raining. Since a two-block stretch of East 13th is being resurfaced and heavy vehicles are raising a ruckus, I decided to forgo my usual nook and head for the isolation of the viaduct at East 15th. Not one person stopped for the first hour, which I'd expected. Then Pe'er, 30-something, came along and purchased A Hitch in Twilight. I'd never heard the name and assumed it was Orthodox, although her attire was not overtly conservative. I was unable to find a definition online, but I noticed that a couple of Israelis shared the same first name. Here's something else I found through the wonder of the PC: Toda lakh. Thank you also to the woman of color who bought Neale Donald Walsch's Conversations with God, Book 2. And once again one of my main mantras proved correct: Take a shot, you never know what will happen.
So Barney Frank is retiring. It doesn't matter. The damage he and his confederates, Dodd and Kennedy, have done is irreparable. They succeeded in accelerating the country's descent into Socialism. Roughly speaking, 50% of Americans are resisting, but that number decreases daily as Democrats cater to the entitlement mentality. I hope the next election proves me wrong. Newt Gingrich is proving he is far and away the leading candidate to lead the opposition, but his personal baggage is heavy. Still, it would be interesting to see him debate Obama.
The fun story of the day must have the OWS crowd and its supporters tearing their hair out. Three Connecticut financiers, one-percenters, have won the highest lottery payout in the state's history. Love it!
Fret not Giants fans. The team has too much youth and inexperience to mount a serious playoff charge, but it may be building a solid foundation for the future. And Osi and Tuck are a shadow of their former selves, so the biggest need is obvious. Jacobs played well, but he is a stooge. That display after he scored the touchdown was reprehensible. I hope he doesn't return. For now, revel in the play of Jason Pierre-Paul. Imagine a defensive lineman making tackles way across and downfield. He is a coach's dream.
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