The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Saturday, January 10, 2004

THE WEATHER: Right now it is as lousy as a beautiful day can be. The temperature is in the single digits and when I woke up this morning it was so cold outside that my runny nose froze over and the rhinoviruses had to put on skates to move around. Every year I tell myself that I will go to Aruba to live and every year I remain in New York to endure the barely endurable; I can't know why. A glutton for meteorological punishment, I guess.


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