The Past Is Present

Monday, July 24, 2017

We went to a pleasant brass quintet recital at Tanglewood on Saturday afternoon aimed at families with young children and/or old grandparents.  Afterwards, we headed to The Scoop, 51 Church Street, Lenox for an intermezzo.  This time cookie dough and salted caramel ice cream flavors seemed to predominate in our crowd.  However, I ate to a different drummer and had scoops of piña colada and Almond Joy, variations on a theme.  So, naturally, the question arises, "SoCo Creamery, Great Barrington or The Scoop, Lenox?" 

To aid in resolving this issue, we returned to SoCo Creamery Sunday night, after having dinner with Burt and Gerri at Tangiers Cafe, 286 Main Street, Great Barrington, which featured authentically spiced tagines at very modest prices.  For my after dinner treat, I had scoops of espresso cookie and black raspberry ice cream.  I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but the memory of The Scoop's piña colada lingers on.

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The week out of town has left me a lot to catch up with.  Allow me to go back to the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle of July 16th.  The clue for 34 across is Polish rolls.  Well, bialys are Polish rolls only if you believe that Bernie Sanders is "the son of a Polish immigrant."

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Besides a lot of mail and old newspapers to be examined upon our return from the Berkshires last night was a telephone message from Shlomo, the widowed husband of my ex-wife, Ellen.  He and I had a long and friendly conversation in 2013 when I learned of her death from lung cancer.  I did not hesitate to return his call and he told me a strange story.  

He had received a telephone call a couple of days earlier from a stranger asking permission to rent the time share in Las Vegas that Ellen and I purchased in 1976.  What's wrong is that Ellen and I never purchased a time share in Las Vegas or anywhere else, and I certainly did not pursue such folly on my own at any time, at any place.  Adding to the mystery was how the caller reached Shlomo at an address and telephone number that Ellen did not share until about 18 years after the alleged 1976 transaction, and when she had also independently changed her last name in 1980, long before she remarried.  Further, Shlomo told me that the caller had my correct New York home telephone number, but had not yet called me.  I told Shlomo that he had my permission to rent the property and we would split the proceeds.  I await further developments.

Wednesday, July 26, 2

The following recipe not only features chocolate with chocolate, but requires no cooking, only some time in a refrigerator. 
https://www.tastingtable.com/cook/recipes/no-bake-espresso-mud-pie-recipe-chocolate-dessert

In case you are worried about how good it turned out, invite me over. 

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The news of the opening of the uptown branch of Jing Fong, the Hong Kong-style dim sum palace, reached us in Great Barrington last week.  So, I made a date with Stony Brook Steve to have lunch there today, wondering if I had had too big a bowl of cereal for breakfast to allow room for maximum consumption.  No worry.  The sign on the door at the corner of West 78th Street and Amsterdam Avenue said "Soft opening, Dinner 5 PM - 10 PM."  A lot of good that did us at one o'clock in the afternoon.  We retreated to a nearby bagel shop, determined to dim our sum in the near future.  

Thursday, July 27, 2017

This afternoon, I was reminded of the classic recording by Oscar Brown, Jr., of "But I Was Cool," lyrics by Albert Collins.  It begins, 

"I've always lived by this golden rule,

Whatever happens 'don't blow your cool.'"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WZru4Dx34I

It happened as I entered an elevator at NYU Medical Center and walked into the seventh floor waiting room of the internal medicine practice, in lockstep with Steven Van Zandt a/k/a Little Stevie of the "E" Street Band and Silvio Dante, consigliere to Tony Soprano.  There was no mistaking him; he was in full Little Stevie mode, tight jeans, boots, floral shirt buttoned just above his navel and, most noticeably, a schmatte around his head, not unlike what a very orthodox Jewish woman would wear in the absence of a wig.

Ask him to stand still for a photograph?  Worse, a selfie with me?  But I was cool.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Today, I did what I have promised to do for years, search for the graves of my mother's parents, Joseph and Mollie Goldenberg, the name Goldenberg replacing Cherkowsky once they arrived at Ellis Island.  I was inspired by the expert genealogical research of Ittai Hershman and Stony Brook Steve, who prefers to operate behind a nom de blog.  In fact, I was very fortunate to be accompanied by Stony Brook Steve and my cousin Barbara Goldenberg Belovin Siegel on the trip to Mokom Sholom Cemetery, edging on the Brooklyn-Queens border in Ozone Park.  

It's an old cemetery with a somewhat random layout.  While Joan in the off-site office was able to confirm that my grandparents were buried there, Joseph in 1945 and Mollie in 1978, she had no information as to where to find them on the rambling grounds.  So, the three of us headed in different directions, guided only by my memory of a visit to my grandfather's grave in the 1960s (with my grandmother) in a very densely populated (?) section of the cemetery.  I expected to traipse the grounds for a couple of hours, setting a reasonable time limit on this warm, bright day.

However, about 15 minutes after we fanned out, Stony Brook Steve miraculously found the plot.  

Since my Hebrew language skills are about 60 years out of practice, I immediately sent photos to Ittai, who is as talented in languages as he is in research.  Jewish gravestones traditionally provide basic family lineage, something that we Goldenberg descendants lacked.  Here is what Ittai read:

Here Lies
A Woman of Valour ["Eyshet Chayil" Proverbs 31:10]
Our Dear Mother
Esther Malka
Daughter of Reb Yehuda Tzvi

Here Lies
Our Dear Father
A Humble and Honest Man ["Ish Tam Ve’Yashar" Genesis 25:27]
[Who] Feared God All His Days
Yoseph Son of Reb Aryeh Leib

(Reb is the equivalent of Mr., applied to a pious man.)   Now, I've taken one step further into the past, with the invaluable assistance of my friends.  Is there a better way to start the Sabbath, at least without ice cream?

Away From Home

Monday, July 17, 2017

I'm sorry to have to report the untimely demise of a dear one.  Another Fork in the Road, 1215 Route 199, Milan, New York, a joint that properly could be called funky, has closed (July 10, 2015).  It had a ragtag collection of kitchen tables and chairs, a counter with half a dozen chrome stools, and a few broken sofas to hold you while waiting for a place to eat.  It was a very reliable spot for breakfast and lunch, about one mile off the Taconic Parkway, convenient if you were traveling to Rhinebeck, further north in the Hudson Valley or over to the Berkshires.  We discovered the sad news today as we headed to Housatonic, Massachusetts, to spend a week with our second and third generations in a large rented house with bedrooms and bathrooms to spare.

The closing of Another Fork in the Road was not the only disappointment that we faced on the trip up.  At the intersection of Seekonk Road and Boice Road, a mile or two from our destination, Officer Krupke allegedly observed that I ignored a stop sign and brought the full and expensive majesty of Massachusetts motor vehicle law down on me.  While his version of events may be correct (and unimpeachable), I remain unconvinced because I was driving slowly, looking at road signs carefully, due to the imprecision of our GPS.  

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My young bride brought the following article to my attention, which asks us to deep six a modern collection of clichés.  Indeed, many of them should be taken out to pasture, but imho they at least consist of full words, not the telegraphed letters that have moved from teenspeak into general usage.  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/please-stop-saying-these-ridiculous-phrases_us_59667e51e4b07b5e1d96ecd9?ncid=engmodushpmg00000006

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

To celebrate the (partial) gathering of our clan, we engaged Austin Banach (banachaustin@gmail.com), a talented young chef to prepare our dinner tonight.  In all, a night to remember.  The menu was roasted beet tart tatin with herbed chèvre and nasturtium salad, sweet corn soup with micro pea tendrils, pan seared cod with ginger and chili salsa, asparagus with egg and caper vinaigrette, faro risotto with mushrooms, and frisée salad with fresh apricots and walnut vinaigrette.  For dessert, Austin made us blueberry and lavender galette with vanilla ice cream (the only store-bought component of the meal).  The children had been fed earlier and he served them a thick, chocolate moussey dessert that reminded me of the superiority of chocolate to all other items on the Periodic Table.  I confess that I selected the otherwise excellent blueberry creation, a bow towards adult respectability that I will forgo next time when such a chocolate experience presents itself.  

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Once upon a time, I managed or employed white collar staff, office workers and computer people.  It was long enough ago that I did not have to face the plague of flip flops, skimpy slabs moved out of the shower stall onto the office floor.  I would object to them even in a back office setting, unless cars or circus animals are being washed.  For a discussion of the topic, see  https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/19/nyregion/new-york-today-workplace-style-etiquette-womens-rights-convention.html?_r=0

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Today's paper, which I am reading on-line even on vacation (as if a retired person can go on vacation), has a much more disturbing article about a steam pipe explosion immediately adjacent to Grand Central Terminal in midtown Manhattan.  https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/18/nyregion/steam-pipe-explosion-con-edison.html

  

One person died, many were injured by the scalding steam and flying debris; there was extensive property damage and disruption in the densely-occupied area.  All of that might or might not be considered under the heading of an accident beyond normal human control.  What troubles me is the report that the trial of liability for the July 18, 2007 event is first scheduled for October in New York Supreme Court, my last employer.  Technical and factual complexities and the number of parties, plaintiffs and defendants (anything that happens on the streets of New York always pulls in lots of defendants), added to the delay, no doubt.  However, I am sure that my former colleagues did not cause this seeming rupture of the judicial process and probably pushed, pushed, pushed to move things along.  Yet, it is ten years later and justice seems not only blind, but severely hobbled.    

Thursday, July 20, 2017

We all had a mid afternoon treat at SoCo Creamery, 5 Railroad Street, Great Barrington, originally South County Creamery.  It was impossible to track all the flavors that we ordered among the 7 of us, but Dirty Chocolate was a popular choice.  Far be it from me to quibble, but it was mislabeled.  I anticipated a deep chocolate with nuts, raisins, maybe coconut mixed in.  Instead, it was a blend of chocolates, very nice, smooth, with nothing chewy or granular, however.  Other options included banana brownie, ginger and peanut butter mudslide.  Worth a visit.

Friday, July 21, 2017

I read another woe-is-me commentary about America's neediest -- white men, Christian more often than not.  These lamentations usually point to those liberal college professors, social workers, lawyers and politicians who have relegated them to the socio-economic sidelines, while advancing all sorts of undeserving strangers to positions of power and influence.  Of course, the current collection of billionaires assembled in Washington will, no doubt, reassert the greatness that was wrenched out of real American hands.  

What caught my attention in this particular cri de coeur was the claim that the New England Patriots professional football team is widely disliked because they are called PATRIOTS.  The writer obviously knew as little about professional football as he did about American history and politics.  The New England Patriots are widely disliked because they are the NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS, a team noted for inventive methods of cheating.  Everyone does it?  Where have you heard that one before?

Movie Time

Monday, July 10, 2017

The web site tastingtable.com has just published its list of America's best sandwiches.  The 23 selections are far-reaching, but only 2 reach anywhere close to home: Saltie, 378 Metropolitan Avenue, Brooklyn, for hard-boiled egg, feta, capers, black olives, pickles and pimento aioli on focaccia; and Milano's Deli, 41 Montgomery Street, Jersey City, for a chicken parm.  Not having sampled any of the 23 choices, I can't insist that the voting was rigged.     https://www.tastingtable.com/travel/national/best-sandwiches-america-johns-hattie-bs?utm_medium=email&utm_source=TT&utm_campaign=Daily&utm_content=Editorial

However, for the list to be taken seriously it has to include, or be expanded to include, something from Ben's Best Kosher Delicatessen, 96-40 Queens Boulevard, Rego Park, at least a corned beef, pastrami combo; the buttermilk-battered chicken sandwich with apple/celeric slaw and sambal (chili-infused) mayo from Genuine Roadside at Gotham Market, 600 11th Avenue, New York City; and, the brisket sandwich at the Bolivian Llama Party, 1000 Eighth Avenue (really the southern end of the Columbus Circle subway station, enter at 57th Street and Eighth Avenue).  

For a Hall of Fame entry, possibly clouded by the mists of time, I nominate the Bo Burger at Obie's Diner, Ithaca, New York, a repurposed trolley car with either 10 or 20 stools, according to different sources.  I cannot find a precise address for the downtown institution, which closed in 1966.  In any case, the Bo Burger was a cheeseburger, with fried onions under the meat and a fried egg on top of the cheese.  Adding to Obie's appeal was the aura of sexual tension exuded by all the Cornell men parked there after depositing their Cornell women dates obeying their midnight curfews.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

According to High Noon: The Hollywood Blacklist and the Making of An American Classic by Glenn Frankel, which I just finished reading, Dwight Eisenhower showed the movie three times at the White House, while Bill Clinton, possibly thinking it was an aphrodisiac, watched it 20 times.  Want to suggest an appropriate film for the current occupants of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?   Psycho vs. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?

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Just as I finished nominating the buttermilk-battered chicken sandwich at Genuine Roadside in Gotham Market, 600 11th Avenue, for sandwich immortality yesterday, I heard from Dr. Marcel L. that he was interested in trying it.  So, we met there at lunchtime today and the good doctor agreed with my assessment after having a chicken sandwich.  

We were both so pleased that we proceeded to the Ample Hills Creamery stand a few feet away.  Marcel had a scoop of their deep, dark chocolate, while I had, you'll pardon the expression, "Ooey Gooey Butter Cake," described as vanilla ice cream made with cream cheese and "St. Louis-style" butter cake.  For more information, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gooey_butter_cake.  For the empiricists among you, just try it -- and this is from a chocolate person.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

I couldn't do it again if you paid me, but this afternoon I essentially did a cartwheel when attempting to lift a telephone (the old-fashioned kind) off the floor and place it on a stand across the room.  I wound up with a variety of bumps and bruises, some rather dramatic in color and shape.  We'll see if this limits my gallivanting in the next few days, but real champions play hurt. 

The big news not having to do with the abandonment of honesty, decency, integrity and the rule of law, is the breaking apart of a huge iceberg in Antarctica.    http://www.cnn.com/2017/07/12/world/larsen-c-antarctica/index.html

The New York Times first described the broken piece as "roughly the size of Delaware," a comparison repeated by others outlets, but not all.  CNN, in the article above, observed that the hefty baby berg has "a volume twice that of Lake Erie in North America and is more than three times the size of the greater London area."  Even though I have spent far more time in the greater London area than in Delaware, I am unsure that I comprehend the size of the breakaway. 

The New York Times did a delightful riff on this subject.  https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/12/climate/iceberg-antarctica-size.html?_r=0  It suggested alternatively imagining the newly-independent iceberg as 2 Samoas, 1/2 Gambia, or 1/10 Latvia.  

It reminds me of the inventive MIT students who recalibrated the Harvard Bridge, carrying Massachusetts Avenue over the Charles River, in Smoots, the recumbent length of then first-year (f/k/a freshman) student Oliver Smoot, '62.  

https://alum.mit.edu/news/AlumniNews/Archive/smoots_legacy

Expressing the length of the bridge as 364.4 Smoots seems friendlier than 659.82 meters, but how do you feel about 3 Londons vs. 1 Delaware?

Friday, July 14, 2017

The California Supreme Court, supreme like the U.S. version and unlike the N.Y. version, has just ruled that the state's famously hard bar exam is too hard.  

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/13/business/dealbook/california-bar-exam.html?_r=0

California had a pass rate of 62 percent for first-time test takers last year, compared with 83 percent in New York.  Only Delaware was tougher, possibly preparing to float out to sea.

I'm not comfortable with opening the portals to legal practice too wide.  There are frequent complaints about the plight of un- or underemployed lawyers, saddled with huge student debt.  While I think that there is a problem with access to the law by many marginal groups in our society shunted aside by geography (too urban or too rural) or economics, an abundance of lawyers has not improved the situation, as seen in the last 10-15 years. 

I am also not quick to dismiss the value of standardized tests as gateways to advancement.  Lawyers, like doctors and Stuyvesant High School students, for instance, should be expected to possess a reasonable level of information,  analytic and expressive skills to support their mission.  In the dozen-plus years that I read legal briefs, statutes and judicial opinions during most daylight hours, I battled incoherence, illogic and ignorance on a regular basis.  

One often unmentioned factor that influences California's situation is the presence of 22 unaccredited law schools in the state, whose graduates are allowed to sit for the bar examination, a leniency not found in many other states.  These students generally perform very poorly on the bar examination, about 1 in 5 passing, compared to about half the California law students who attended nationally-accredited law schools.  Repeat test takers generally have much less success, pulling the overall pass rate down (62% of California first-timers pass vs. about 50% of all test takers).    http://www.latimes.com/local/education/la-me-unaccredited-law-schools-20160313-story.html

More lawyers, no matter how well- or ill-prepared, are not the answer to improving the availability of legal services to the underserved.  The market has failed here again.  Apparently, lawyers are willing to cluster around lower Broadway in Manhattan or Court Street in Brooklyn vying for scraps off the legal table, rather than reposition themselves geographically or vocationally purely for economic advantage.  I'm not criticizing such choices.   As a Holy Land chauvinist, I understand the desire to stay near Madison Square Garden or Chinatown when considering job offers.  Thanks to Marjory Fields and Joe Forstadt, I avoided having to choose between a rock and a hard place.      

Birthdays and Anniversaries

Monday, July 3, 2017

"It’s Not Just Mike Pence.  Americans Are Wary of Being Alone With the Opposite Sex."  That's the headline for the report of a national survey of attitudes on the interaction of genders.   https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/01/upshot/members-of-the-opposite-sex-at-work-gender-study.html

Men's fear of being overtaken by lust in the isolated presence of the opposite sex seems to correlate roughly with political party identification, education, and religion, although few of us seem to be temptation proof.  An atheistic Democrat with an advanced degree seems to be most willing to tempt fate.

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Happy Birthday to Aryeh Gold 88, David Goldfarb 88, Nate Persily 47, Meredith Silverman 37 and Zalman Richmond 10.  What a fruitful day.  Being linked to Michael Jordan is good, but I must defer to this quintet.  

By happy coincidence, Nate, a Stanford University professor, showed up in time for lunch today.  While I know that Nate has an adventurous palate, I also know that, following family tradition, he has a jones for Fairway's whitefish salad.  So, we ate at the Fairway Cafe, 2121 Broadway, which offered him not only the finest whitefish salad in the land, but also an everything bagel that was everything a bagel should be. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Today, the New York Times printed the results of another interesting survery, New Yorkers' (dis)satisfaction with the quality of local life and services.  The on-line version went up a few days ago and contains some useful interactive features, including the ability to look at individual neighborhoods.   https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/30/upshot/the-best-and-worst-new-york-neighborhoods.html?_r=0

I am pleased to note the irony that "the neighborhood that New Yorkers are most satisfied with [is]: Manhattan’s District 7, which includes the Upper West Side, Lincoln Square and Manhattan Valley.  Residents there tended to rate New York’s services higher there than they did anywhere else."   We Upper West Siders are generally recognized as world-class kvetchers.  Maybe someone listened to our past complaints.   

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I guess that I shouldn't be surprised that Oreo is the most popular cookie in the world, made in 18 countries, selling 40 billion annually.  Oreo is taking more and more shelf space in the cookie department, and continues to experiment with permutations and combinations of layers and flavors.  Here's a look at some recent versions that I seem to have missed.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/03/dining/oreo-new-flavors-review.html

The Oreo cookie has been around for over 100 years and, by coincidence, my brother informs me of another centennial.

As my maternal cousins and some of you close readers know, my mother's maiden name was Goldenberg.  In fact, her youngest brother Arthur used to distribute the candy as his calling card.  

Our Goldenberg name, as master sleuth Ittai Hershman proved, is a nom de New York, affixed at Ellis Island to replace Chelchowsky, the consonant-rich Polish name borne over there.  But note, we became Goldenbergs in 1909, 8 years before the candy emerged.

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An interesting op-ed piece maintains that, in spite of the high disapproval ratings of the present administration in the New York metropolitan area, local sports fans and, particularly, WFAN, the all-sports talk radio station, seem to remain supportive.  https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/04/opinion/wfan-talk-radio-trump.html

I agree and, in fact, I stopped listening to WFAN almost two years ago, having been a regular for 25 years, when it started to Foxify with the rise of Trump.  There are some interesting cross-currents between sports and political philosophy.  Conservatives extol personal responsibility, laud the hero, the loner triumphing over adversity.  Yet, the typical call to WFAN is all about teams, the state of the Mets or Jets or Nets or Yankees or Devils or Islanders or Rangers.  The caller's indignation is evident, while no one seems to be agitated about tennis or golf, the quintessential tests of individual accomplishment. 

Certainly, fans have their favorite individual athlete(s), but, in the long run, I believe that most fans wind up rooting for the laundry.  That is, they remain loyal to the uniform which, in their eyes, has the power to convert a devil into an angel -- not literally since a Devil is a hockey player and an Angel is a baseball player.  But, if that isn't collectivism, what is?

By the way, an interesting (but 4-year old) graphic of the politics of sports fans can be found at:   http://www.thepostgame.com/blog/dish/201303/how-politics-correlate-sports-interests

Another interesting graphic, one year more recent, shows the politics of NFL fans: https://www.bloomberg.com/politics/features/2014-10-27/the-nfls-most-republican-and-democratic-fan-bases

  

Thursday, July 6, 2017

On the way to delay a friend's recovery from major surgery, I stopped in Hell's Chicken, 641 Tenth Avenue for lunch, which I previously visited with William Franklin Harrison, destined to be a future President of the United States.  It wasn't my original destination, because that neighborhood, just west of the Theater District, has a decent collection of restaurants.  Traditionally called Hell's Kitchen, realtors are trying to relabel it Clinton, with no more success than getting the Clinton name on the White House.

Once upon a time, the area was populated by longshoremen in tenements working on Hudson River docks, cf. "On the Waterfront."  When those residents followed their jobs out of town, they were replaced by starving actors and struggling hoodlums, cf. Lawrence Block's Matt Scudder novels.  Now, new buildings with high floors and matching rents have sprouted all over the place.  While the apartment buildings presumably have the latest and greatest amenities, many of the older restaurants lack serious air conditioning capacity, which caused me to bop in and out of several before settling comfortably into Hell's Chicken.  

The joint features chicken wings, but also offers a variety of Korean dishes.  I ordered a kimchi fried rice chicken burrito ($12), only in America.  The fusion worked well.  My experience was enhanced by the bossa nova music played at a civilized level in the background.     

Friday, July 7, 2017

We spent the late afternoon with Nate Persily and friends, as he extended his birthday celebration and visit to New York through the week.  We gathered on the roof garden of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a fabulous spot that I meekly acknowledge I had never visited before.  Go there.  You need not pay the $25 recommended museum admission charge if you head right to the roof.

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We Upper West Siders will soon elevate our already high level of satisfaction with our neighborhood.  Jing Fong, the major league Chinatown dim sum palace, is opening a branch at the corner of Amsterdam Avenue and West 78th Street.  It will occupy the space formerly wasted on Planet Sushi.  Palazzo di Gotthelf is exactly 1/2 mile away.  Oh, happy day.  

Fashion Forward

Monday, June 26, 2017

Here's my dilemma, right here.

I've had these jeans (dungarees we called them in Brooklyn) for ten years or so.  They are not completely worn out because they are not my only pair.   On the other hand, they clearly show signs of age, faded color and near-threadbare patches.  That's okay.

My problem is that spot on the left leg, that hole.  I earned it more than five years ago, falling on my face on the sidewalk near my home.  I got a scraped knee along with it, some blood initially, then a 3/4" scab for a week.  I did not buy torn jeans; I would not buy torn jeans.  Which seems to distinguish me from the entire under-30-year-old population of New York and those pretending to be under 30.  

I try to wear these jeans outdoors now only under the cloak of darkness.  I have been called many things in my life, but I shrink from the prospect of being called trendy.  While the small hole does not resemble the carefully shredded garments bedecking so many folks, the potential for embarrassment weighs heavily on me.  I'd rather admit to being a klutz than be taken for a mindless consumer.

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The Sunday real estate section of the New York Times contains an interesting chart, estimating the annual salary needed to afford a median-priced home (combining mortgage payments, taxes, insurance) in major US cities.   The source data is found at   http://realtormag.realtor.org/daily-news/2017/02/22/how-much-income-you-need-buy-in-27-metros

San Francisco is the most expensive location, requiring an annual income of $161,110 to afford the median-priced home.  Pittsburgh is the cheapest, needing an income only of $31,508, less than 1/5 of San Francisco, to afford its typical $122,600 home.  https://www.zillow.com/pittsburgh-pa/home-values/

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Speaking of location, location, location, I found this headline interesting: "Food & Wine Magazine Will Leave New York for Alabama"  Costs allegedly propelled the move and the new home is in "the multimillion-dollar complex — housing 28 test kitchens and 13 photography bays and video studios" opened in Birmingham, Alabama in 2015.  

While I'm not French, I admit to being a chauvinist.  What it boils down to is it's Sunday morning and you crave bagels and lox and you remember that you are in Birmingham, Alabama.  Or you pine for the crowded, underground confines of Wo Hop for quintessential Chinatown Chinese food, or you must have a real pastrami sandwich on rye, something becoming more difficult to get even around here.  I suspect that the decision to move was made by millennial MBAs who grew up on microwaved meals.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

While our wives went off for their own evening on the town, Michael Ratner and I spent a wonderful evening together.   We started at the Cornell Club, where Kevin Baker, a novelist and historian, spoke on "How the Dodgers Saved Brooklyn -- By Leaving," the subject of a book that he is now writing.  While the title was a bit overwrought, Baker's presentation was excellent, thoroughly researched and concisely delivered.  

He examined the conflict between Walter O'Malley, owner of the Dodgers, and Robert Moses, the Goliath who controlled the development of virtually all local public works for decades, and their respective plans for a new baseball stadium for the Dodgers.  O'Malley wanted a facility that would generate vast wealth for himself, which he achieved in Los Angeles, while Moses wanted the keystone for a complex that combined his transportation and recreation projects in Queens.  

Baker maintained that either project would have had such a deleterious effect wherever situated that the city benefited by the failure to reach a deal, resulting in the Dodgers moving to California and the New York Giants following.  

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After the talk, Michael and I went to Urbanspace, the food court at the corner of Vanderbilt Avenue and East 45th Street.  I had been there before at lunchtime with hordes of young white collar workers from the surrounding office towers, but I never expected most of them to still be hanging out there at 8 o'clock at night.  Nevertheless, we found a little space to sit after ordering at separate food stands.  Michael had a lobster roll from the Red Hook Lobster Pound, while I had a combo from KBBQ, K for Korean.  That included 8 excellent deep-fried meat dumplings, a spicy bowl of marinated chicken thigh meat mixed with kimchi, vegetables and rice, and a traditional Korean Diet Coke, all for $20.  We enjoyed our food and the other diners navigated the generation gap without much difficulty.  

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

We joined Arthur and Lyn Dobrin, he also a product of Pitkin Avenue, in visiting the Bronx Botanical Gardens, an absolutely idyllic spot on this beautiful day.  However, we did not simply venture forth to smell the roses, countless thousands of them, but to see the exhibit of Chihuly glass works spread over the grounds.  I admit that until a couple of weeks ago, I would have guessed that Chihuly was a brand of Mexican hot sauce.  

While there are reminders in his work of the glass artisans of Murano, the small island in the Venetian lagoon, Chihuly is an American artist who creates brilliantly-colored glass pieces, some small enough to sit on a coffee table, some occupying an entire room.  http://www.chihuly.com/   

If you would like to forget almost everything and everyone bothering you, at least for a few hours, go the Bronx.

While there, do as we did, head to Roberto's Restaurant, 603 Crescent Avenue, usually packed at dinner, but completely accessible at lunchtime.  Roberto's, a block or two from the other restaurants in the Bronx's Little Italy, stands above them in quality.  

We shared Parmigiana di Melanzane e Zucchine (breaded eggplant and zucchini layered with melted bocconcini and dried mozzarella) ($12), and then variously had a grilled pork chop (daily special, $20), swordfish with sauteed fennel ($24), Pollo Con Spinaci (Chicken with spinach, prosciutto, melted mozzarella, and marsala wine) ($19), and Cavatelli con Salsiccia e Broccoli di Rapa (Cavatelli with Italian sausage and broccoli rabe sauteed in garlic and oil) ($21).   Add $3 or $4 to these prices at dinner.

Note that the friendly Chef Roberto usually makes a pass through the room at dinner; the restaurant closes from 2:30 to 5 weekdays; it is not open on Sunday; and, it now takes reservations through Open Table (hooray).   

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Ollie's has been operating in Manhattan since 1989, changing location and format along the way.  Stony Brook Steve and I went to Ollie's Sichuan Restaurant, 411 West 42nd Street, now the chain's flagship, for lunch.  While it has 30 lunch specials, all but 2 at $8.95, including white or brown rice and choice of soup or soda, we went the dim sum route.

We had a scallion pancake ($5.25), crispy from deep frying; very tasty cold sesame noodles with a tablespoon of chopped peanuts on top ($6.50); 2 fried vegetable spring rolls ($4.25); 6 steamed vegetable dumplings ($6.95); 6 pan-fried chicken dumplings ($6.95).  In all, a quite satisfying lunch.  

Friday, June 30, 2017

Our one and only granddaughter will be four years old tomorrow and, of course, there will be appropriate festivities.  Therefore, we hit the road today to join the family celebration.  

Skim Milk From Skinny Cows?

Monday, June 19, 2017

Are you surprised that 7 percent of Americans believe that chocolate milk comes from brown cows?  Maybe you should be encouraged that the number isn't greater.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/volokh-conspiracy/wp/2017/06/16/public-ignorance-brown-cows-and-the-origins-of-chocolate-milk/

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The Pew Research Survey that reported that almost four-in-ten Americans (39%) who have married since 2010 have a spouse who is in a different religious group needs a closer look.    http://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2015/06/02/interfaith-marriage/

Jews are particularly sensitive to intermarriage, because Jewish affiliation and identity are notably weakened through the generations by intermarriage.  Those eight nights of Hanukkah apparently are not attractive enough to withstand the lure of the Christmas season.  

What I found most interesting in the Pew survey from my atavistic Jewish perspective is how various branches of Christianity "are treated as separate religions."  Do Methodist parents sit shiva when a child marries a Baptist?

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I have visited Gotham Market, 600 11th Avenue, twice, each time to have the wonderful ice cream at Ample Hills Creamery.  Today, I had lunch at Genuine Roadside, one of the 8 food stands within the market.  It offers a limited menu of hamburgers, chicken, seafood tacos and salads.  I chose the buttermilk battered chicken sandwich with apple/celeric slaw and sambal (chili-infused) mayo ($10.56).  It was sloppy to handle, but delicious to eat.  The only thing that prevented a declaration that this was the best lunch ever, anywhere, was my self-control.  I left without having any ice cream.  

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

In how many Congressional districts do half or more of the adults have a college degree?  Do you live in such a district?   https://www.nytimes.com/2017/06/19/upshot/this-list-of-well-educated-districts-explains-why-georgias-election-is-close.html?_r=0   What's the correlation with dairy farming?

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Joe Forstadt, CCNY '61, threw me a lifeline when my legal career stalled in 2009, a kindness that I will never forget.   Today, there was a memorial service for Joe at the 60 Centre Street courthouse, where I worked from 2010 through 2015, a fortunate coincidence.  A very large crowd heard about Joe from friends, judges and colleagues, but the tributes were very much the same regardless of the position of the speaker.  Joe's decency, his sense of fairness and responsibility were recognized by all who knew him.  

Wednesday, June 21, 2017     

Today's food section of the New York Times has a mildly interesting, short graphic essay on tartufo, the Italian ice cream scoop enrobed in a hard chocolate shell. https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/20/dining/tartufo-history.html?_r=0

I recall a great tartufo from three or four decades ago that has never been approached by later versions.  It was served by Trattoria, an Italian restaurant that sat in the northeast corner of the lobby of the Pan Am Building from 1964 to 1993.  While I have vague memories of good Italian food there, the tartufo remains crystal clear.  It had dark chocolate ice cream with a note of rum, rolled in dark chocolate shavings, not your ordinary configuration, but far superior.  A Hall of Fame dessert. 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

The CCNY Gang had our brown bag lunch today at the law offices of Nick Lewin, Stuyvesant '57, CCNY '62.  I used the catering service of the Halal wagon at the southeast corner of 54th Street and Third Avenue, lamb/chicken combo over rice with a pita on the side ($8).  Before I went upstairs to lunch, I had to confront the legal concerns of the Halal guy whose former girlfriend has gotten an order of protection against him.  He discerned that I was a lawyer (even retired) and was seemingly stymied by the legal system.  As I scurried away, I told him to write everything down. 

Nick is a senior partner at Morrison Cohen LLP, once Morrison Cohen Weinstein & Singer, LLP.  Earlier in this century the firm's name almost became too hot to handle.  Cohen, a founding partner and a recognized authority in certain matters, left the firm to pursue his specialty.  Being a lawyer, his initial instinct was to sue.  He demanded that Morrison Cohen Weinstein & Singer, LLP remove his name, which would entail substantial expense for the firm changing stationary, publicity materials, signage and the like.  However, as a sizable New York Jewish law firm, it was easily able to dig into its ranks for another partner named Cohen, stifling the opposition.

And guess who actually sued Morrison Cohen after he refused to pay $470,000 in legal fees?  He lost, but then sued again when the firm cited its work for him on its website.  The $5 million lawsuit alleged that by touting its work for “the world-renowned Donald J. Trump,” Morrison Cohen invaded his privacy and "engaged in the rank commercialization of Mr. Trump's reputation and unyielding demand for excellence."   Didn't win that one either.

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Tonight, I finished reading "Homage to Catalonia," George Orwell's memoir of fighting the Fascists rebelling against the elected left-wing government in Spain.  Much of the work describes the internecine warfare (often violent, not just verbal) among the four major groups supporting the government, socialists, anarchists, Communists and Trotskyists.  Orwell eventually fled Spain ahead of Communists hunting him down because of his Trotskyist sympathies.  

What struck me was how Orwell's attempts to deal systematically with Communist lies and hypocrisies in Spain and internationally hardly differ from examinations of the professions, protestations and promises of our unpopularly-elected president.   https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/23/opinion/trumps-lies.html?_r=0

  

Outer Boroughs

Monday, June 12, 2017

The New York Times published its list of the best movies of the 21st century this weekend.   https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/09/movies/the-25-best-films-of-the-21st-century.html?_r=0

I cannot affirm or rebut its choices, because it seems that the number of hockey games that I attended this season exceeds the number of these movies that I have seen this entire century.  You will notice, however, in my partial defense, that many of these selections fall between obscure and unknown.  

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While I have several well-publicized vices, I have kept at least one secret until now.  With all my gallivanting around Manhattan (primarily), I have found secret satisfaction at my neighborhood's hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, Wok City, 153-155 Amsterdam Avenue, so small that it shouldn't even have a whole number for an address, no less two numbers.  It is perpetually busy, with three high schools immediately nearby, along with Julliard around the corner, and several large construction sites, in addition to a gaggle of high rise residences.  With six stools against a narrow ledge, almost all the business is takeout or delivery.  

Usually, I order sesame cold noodles ($4.25), a large portion that earns a solid B+ rating.  Today, I ventured into the list of 39 lunch specials, mostly $6.75 including white or fried rice, for shrimps with lobster sauce.  It was prepared to order, contained 5 good size shrimps, and improved with the addition of mustard and soy sauce.  It still lacked that garlic touch that defines a first-rate lobster sauce, somewhat offset by saving subway fare to leave the neighborhood.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

I'm not an epidemiologist, but I was drawn to the title of this article atop my young bride's pile of reading material that gets straight to the point: "Infectious disease risks from dead bodies following natural disasters."  

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I had the pleasure of spending several hours with Hadassah Nakiza, a college student from Uganda on her first visit out of her country to spend the summer in the United States.  Hadassah is a member of the Abayudaya Jewish community in Uganda, which began practicing Judaism in 1919.  Here's more information.   http://kulanu.org/abayudaya

We walked from Tribeca through to Chinatown.  We stopped at the African Burial Ground National Monument on Duane Street, where the bones of at least 420 colonial era slaves and freedmen (women and children, too) were uncovered in the excavation for a government building in 1991.   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_Burial_Ground_National_Monument

We continued to another historic site, the First Shearith Israel Graveyard, established in 1682 by the Spanish and Portuguese Synagogue a/k/a Shearith Israel, the oldest Jewish congregation in North America, itself dating from 1654. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Shearith_Israel_Graveyard

It sits on St. James Place, just off Chatham Square, and is now only a fraction of the original property, as is the case with the African Burial Ground.  

These sites were the highlight of our time together.  We had lunch at Buddha Bodai Kosher Vegetarian Restaurant, 77 Mulberry Street, one of two certified Kosher restaurants in Chinatown, because Hadassah keeps Kosher, and I thought that an assortment of their dim sum would please her.  

But I've been wrong about women before.  She nibbled and picked and poked; I don't think that she made it to 100 calories.

Fortunately, at the corner of Mulberry Street and Bayard Street, in a completely renovated space that used to be a fruit and vegetable store, a dessert joint just opened, Justin Tea Inc. a/k/a 196˚C N² Ice Cream, 69 Mulberry Street.  In addition to a large menu of teas hot and cold, it makes ice cream right in front of your eyes, in the same fashion as Smitten Ice Cream, 5800 College Avenue, Oakland, shooting liquid Nitrogen into a swirling bowl of ingredients.  You're not going to get me to say that I was smitten with Smitten, but I liked it a whole bunch (March 6, 2017).  

Justin, however, did not evoke that level of esteem, probably because of the inexperience of the staff, who took far too long to produce one generous cup of ice cream for $6.95.  The finished product wasn't bad; Hadassah dug into it and I sampled one spoonful.  For future reference there is a Häagen-Dazs store one block away at the corner of Bayard Street and Mott Street.  

I delivered Hadassah to the lovely and talented Viviane Topp at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and, after 4 hours in the 90˚+ heat, I went home, took another shower and headed to Ben's Best Kosher Delicatessen, 96-40 Queens Boulevard, Rego Park, to dine with Michael Ratner before we went to the Mets game.  Michael, who bears no grudge that his name has been removed from one of the multi-meat, special sandwiches that Ben's features, and I enjoyed our food far more than watching the mauling that the Mets later endured.  I had a simple roast beef/pastrami combination that was a tribute to the art of sandwich making ($20.95).

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Speaking of pastrami, the ever informative New York Times today describes the efforts of a Tuscan veterinarian to introduce pastrami to the Italian diet. https://www.nytimes.com/2017/06/13/world/europe/persuading-italians-to-hold-the-prosciutto-and-pass-the-pastrami.html?_r=0

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Closer to home, the paper has a very interesting article and chart about the political preferences of clergy from 36 measurable denominations, Reform Judaism to Wisconsin Lutheran (more of them than I might have imagined), that is, from most Democratic to most Republican.  The study was done by matching about 130,000 identified clergy with voter registration records.   

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/12/upshot/the-politics-of-americas-religious-leaders.html

There's a lot of other good stuff reported here, including that clergy in the three major branches of Judaism - Conservative, Reform and Orthodox - live in higher income census tracts than any other denomination.  Good to be a Jew for a change.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

My advocacy of Ben's Best Kosher Delicatessen was put to the test today when, as a byproduct of running an errand in the deep southern reaches of Brooklyn, I had lunch at the Mill Basin Kosher Deli, 5823 Avenue T, Brooklyn.  In many regards, Mill Basin holds its own against Ben's.  It is about twice as large, more recently redecorated, brighter and displaying a nice collection of art.  Prices seemed to be a tad lower, a buck or so here and there. 

The food?  I ordered a sandwich combining corned beef and brisket on rye naturally ($19.70) and a side of French fries ($4.95).  The meat was high quality, lean without being asked for, but losing some taste with the missing fat.  I didn't bring any measuring instruments, but I think Ben's sandwiches generally are bigger.  A fair judgment on Mill Basin would require more visits, chopped liver, kishke, pastrami, chicken soup.  I don't mind subjecting myself to such an experiment, but Mill Basin is at least one hour away by land from Palazzo di Gotthelf, so we may never know.

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Would you consider it ungrateful or simply unnecessary for Jews to seek Jewish food in China?   http://www.momentmag.com/searching-shanghais-jewish-food-scene/

Friday, June 16, 2017

Lyn Dobrin, pillar of Long Island journalism, posed an interesting quiz to us.  "What are the 10 Yiddish words that any foreigner coming to New York should know?"  Our household submitted the following list, in alphabetical order:

Chutzpah

Macher

Mazel

Megillah

Mensch

Nosh

Nudnik

Qvell

Schmuck

Yenta

We will accept substitutions, but not additions.  Comments from you foreigners are also welcome, that is, Europeans, Latin Americans, Asians and anyone residing more than 7 miles west of the Hudson River, north of Westchester County, or south of New Brunswick, New Jersey.

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Another errand took Stony Brook Steve and me into Queens today, giving us the opportunity to have lunch at a famous spot.  

It turns out that Goodfellas and good food don't necessarily go together.