I don’t know about you, I never did, but March had better stay true to its reputation and go out like a lamb. What a hullabaloo of disparate events so far! Makes me feel as if I am in The Matrix. Or something.
As the Stones put it 34 years ago–sigh, it seems like yesterday–“There’s rats on the West side, bedbugs uptown,what a mess, this town’s in tatters, I’ve been shattered!”
Only this time? Psycho Sgt. Slays Men, Women, & Children in Afghanistan! That’ll show ’em! NCAA releases the roster! C’s lose to Lakers! The High court decides health care! Geese squawk ’round midnight! Robert Glasper leads the way out!
I know this must all seem confusing. Where is the focus? What connects these varied events?
OK, fine, you guessed it: “In the Weeds: The Psychology of Chefs and Restaurants,” left home today. In the hands of my agent and editor. It’s scary, isn’t it? Like a fasten seatbelt sign coming on or a dog off leash. But, yeah, most times the plane lands safely, the dog comes back.