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November 2004

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

I think it’s pretty obvious if you live in the North East that the weather is getting considerably colder. I realized it this morning as I walked outside my door and was hit by 20 mile per hour wind blowing very cold air in my face.

What’s scarier is how much traveling I’m doing, Tampa last week with Joe Namath, Denver yesterday for an A-Games, and Philadelphia/Cherry Hill tomorrow for another event.

This past week, despite the coming-and-going, I got a chance to get to know two very interesting people from – of all places – Sweden. Which, mind you, when it comes to excitement, is a break from the norm (Jersey Girls) for us New Yorkers. They were sweet girls who were in town on vacation and quickly earned the nickname "Swedish Meatballs", even though they were far from anything I'd compare to red meat.

I had a good chance to understand their culture, and I was reminded of the ever-famous European Efficiency and how much we Americans waste. Whether it’s food, gasoline, toothpaste or our cash, Europeans are much better at the day-to-day stuff than we are.

We also commiserated together about last Tuesday’s election results. I have neither the time or energy to even write down (let alone articulate) how I feel. But most of it can be summed up in one word – which by many accounts isn’t even a word – "Uy".

Friday, November 19, 2004

One thing that I love about this time of the year is the sudden (and always unexpected) arrival of the Mallomar. Yes, the Mallomar.

The thing about the Mallomar cookie is you don’t particularly love them but when they’re taken away for 6 months of the year, the first time you see them again, you’ve got to have a box. Even if you only buy one box and keep it in the cookie drawer all winter, you’ve taken comfort in knowing that you’ve got Mallomar’s at hand.

So that’s what I think I’m going to do this season. Stockpile the Mallomar’s. I can buy them by the case, store them under my bed, keep them in the freezer. You asked how I was doing, so I’m telling you I’m compulsively hoarding the Mallomar’s. It’s all I got going on.

Something bothered me this morning and it’s time I get it out there. What is it about New York delis and bagel shops that "employees must wear one glove"? What good is wearing one glove if you’re not wearing both gloves? And the best part about that glove is they ought to rename it "count-your-change glove" because that’s what they wind up doing with that hand – touching your money after they’ve touched your bagel.

What’s cleaner? The dollar bill or the bagel? Good thing my Mallomar’s come shrink-wrapped.