Saturday coffee.
We walked out the door to a beautiful Autumn morning and the passenger window of Anne’s Honda was vandalized. There were little pieces of broken glass all over the sidewalk. The only thing messed with was the glove compartment, which had nothing in it to begin with.
We called the insurance company and they sent a guy over to replace it right away.
Then it was on with the morning. Coffee at Peets, some time over the paper, food shopping and a stop to go through what was left of Halloween candy for tomorrow. Slim pickings. So we grabbed a couple of bags of Mike and Ike and Hot Tamales and that will have to do.
Private school boys are bullies and they lie.
Charles Blow has a funny and not-so-funny piece in the NY Times this morning. He refers to a study on youth
Old school.
Steely Dan.
