December 26th, 2006

That's It boater

Merry Christmas to All from Peoria

The food is put away and all have retired to their rooms. I found the Ethernet drop into the basement guest room. I am in heaven.

It doesn't reach all the way to the bed, but I can sit at the table and surf the Net while my wife and I watch TV together.

I wonder whether we could move the bed?
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Mere Christmas shopping/cleaning/traveling/wrapping frenzy is a relaxing change of pace from our recent lives. Good news: K's (and L's and singlemaltsilk's) company passed the state inspection with flying colors. I was sure they would, but preparing for it has meant months of unmitigated stress for K, especially as her excellent assistants succumbed to a variety of medical problems. They eventually came back to work; we have reason to hope that 2007 will be somewhat calmer.

Meanwhile, it's good to be among family. Good wishes of the season to all who read this.
That's It boater

Happier Times: A Walk in Greenwich Village

About a year ago, we were visiting my brother and his wife, and walking through New York, window-shopping on our way to somewhere. Suddenly I stopped. I'd spotted a delicatessen with a sumptuous display of various foods in its window. "Wait!" I said.

My family were puzzled, but they are used to eccentric behavior by now. I was pulling out my cellphone camera. They sighed. "Why?"

Beets in Greenwich Village

"This is Greenwich Village!" I said. "Jack Kerouac may have eaten here! Or Allen Ginsberg! Or William S. Burroughs!"

Right there in the window were something I'd always heard about:

The legendary Beets of Greenwich Village.