I’m not, really, but let’s be honest: Not every day is a walk in the park.  Is it?  Otherwise those walks in the park would be, like, “Oh, yeah, I didn’t do anything today, just walked in the park.”

Bulletin: SON HOUSE is on the carousel of music!  “Who’s that Riding?…He’s naked, and ain’t got no shame.”

Anyhow, that chicken parm from PARM on Mulberry yesterday?  OMG!  Imagine the train racing by the LI Sound in CT, the sandwich opened up, great tomato sauce, and…seriously?  Truly the best chicken parm I’ve ever had.  So good that, darn it, I won’t be buying another one elsewhere for quite some time.

Meanwhile, here in elsewhere, it’s toro, a couple of stalks of spring onion, broccoli rabe, and Japanese eggplant.  But wouldn’t it be much simpler just to buy some good food and bring it home and leave “creating” to matters more challenging and lasting?

But I am not complaining.  After all: Bill Evans is on now.