HALF A DAY IN NEW YORK

This past Wednesday I ended up traveling to the previously unexplored part of the Lower East Side – I went 3 more blocks east on Grand Street past . Funny vignettes from that day:

Observed a bunch of old dudes speaking Yiddish – they were Americans, and not Chassidim at all (which was kind of refreshing).

Tourists are loosing a lot of money traveling on tour buses when for a bargain price of $2.50 they can board NYC bus and see the exact same things. Plus, they get an opportunity to observe real Nyers in their real and unending craziness.

According to Starbucks my name is Camero – yea, go figure.

If you go to the farmer's market in April, the only fruit available are apples – they look like they were harvested back in October, but still cost 2-3 more than in the store.

Pleasant discovery - drug stores begin to sell flippies in April as "seasonal goods"!

And, last but least, according to the Rite Aid on Grand Street, my blood pressure returned to the pre-Obama levels – set course of self-therapy that includes ignoring morons in general, an liberals morons in particular, as much as possible is working.