I delayed going in to visit Mom yesterday when I spotted Big Bro's name on the sign-in sheet. He'd gotten there about an hour before I did and rather than eat my two McChicken sandwiches in front of him, I went back to the restaurant and took a seat until I had finished. It turns out I needn't have worried: Big Bro had probably not been there at ( Read more... )

I have already made up my mind that if ever really do retire and get to spend gobs of ineffable "me" time, alone in my apartment, the highlight of my day will be lunchtime when I emerge from my bear's den and hop the subway for a quick trip to Peppe's Pizza in the Fort Hamilton neighborhood of Brooklyn. Read more... )