Cut out of work early Thursday and drove to Cinnamonson, NJ for a funeral. Wake on Thursday, mass on Friday at the departed’s favorite golf spot. Then, since we were nearby, we stayed the night in Philly. I’ve been thinking a lot about death and transit all weekend for obvious reasons.
- I miss Philly. What a great town that is. We ate at Ansill, which was pretty much worth the drive all the hell the way down from Boston.
- Gasoline is expensive, but it’s obviously not expensive enough to keep jerks in SUVs from driving 90 miles an hour on the turnpike. Tailgating is Jersey’s national sport as far as I can tell.
- If I go to play chess against someone who knows even halfway what they’re doing, I’m pretty much guaranteed to lose, and quickly. But if you’re going to play, you at least play until they say “mate in three” or something like that, and you know exactly how it’s going to play out. And then, do you go ahead and play those narrowly defined moves? Or do you just give up?
Secretly Ironic 