In the spirit of the season I was going to take my prior post out. Then I re-read it. I was sad and I was angry. Some of the people I love most are from or are descended from residents of Madras. A close friend has friends who are vacationing in Thailand, and he has Indonesian employees.
This is a disaster that has directly affected, or has affected within one degree of separation almost everyone that I know. The world is much smaller now and the after shocks of disasters are felt throughout the world within hours.
My true colors were my own after shock thoughts of 9/11, and how much larger and how much more devastating this was.
I can’t write rationally on this now. I’m sorry that any statement criticizing the government and its lack of immediate action is taken as not loving ones country.
For some reason the news that Jerry Orbach died personally affected me. As I had never liked him when he was on Broadway and only grew to love his character on Law & Order, last year I was mystified by my own response. I shouldn’t have been that sad about somebody I didn’t know.
In order to depersonalize after the death of friends and/or family I have always mourned people that I didn’t know. The Tsnumami felt personal. Every time I see (accidentally) see a picture of dead bodies I feel sick, as I do when Americans are killed in Iraq.
I was and am angry that I almost accept war as being more natural than a natural disaster.
I do and don’t care if people misunderstand me. My brand of liberalism condones no violence. I recently read Susan Braudy’s biography of Kathy Boudin in an attempt to understand why they were resorting to bombing, in the name of the people, when they blew up a townhouse in Greenwich Village in May 1970.
That same week four young students were killed at Kent State by National Guardsman. The students had done nothing wrong. The killings at Kent State did more to propel the anti-war movement forward than any accidental bombings could cause damage.
Kent State was personal. Our parents took a collective look at the four kids who died, and thought that it could have been my child.
More personally Jeffrey Miller came from Plainview. Plainview was a one cigarette, two 3.5 minute radio songs, car ride on the Long Island Expressway from my parents house. I know this well because my on and off again college boyfriend’s parents lived there. The physical resemblance between him and Jeffrey Miller was frightening.
They knew each other. We’re still friends, of a sort, and he still only has to invoke Jeffrey Miller’s name to make me fall into line
I have never understood why people kill–except in self-defense. I don’t like people who break store windows in the name of free trade, or throw paint on fur coats.
I just feel very sad, and even more sad that so many people in this country feel a need to take every comment critical of the government as a call to arms.
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Due to technical glitches, getting the quirks out of my new site, and, oh yes, a life, this will be my last post, maybe, until next week.
I would say “Happy New Year,” but what’s happy about it? But I’ll say it anyway because as one of my heroes Louis Armstrong asked him why he sang “What a Wonderful World,” when the world was anything but, he said that he was singing about the possibilities. It could be a wonderful world.
In many ways it is: Birds sing; children plays (I sort of have that song memorized) and, not in the song, people die.
People die in a natural disaster that could have been somewhat averted, but why help save that part of The Third World when we can help save oil interests?
Susan Sontag was a big influence on my adolescent angst era. She was intellectual, had the type of dark haired big eyed looks I have always associated with true beauty, and while I knew that I could never aspire to be as thought provoking as her, I could aspire to try to be challenging and knowledgeable. Susan Sontag helped make wearing all black fashionable for which I will be forever in her debt.
But it’s Jerry Orbach I truly mourn for. Until I got a DVR, I never really enjoyed TV. It can sometimes make me hyper. My DVR lets me control when and what I watch. I only began watching Law & Order two years ago; I watch all three and am sort of addicted.
In the early days of AIDS when little was known and the mainstream media was sitting on their collective asses acting panicked, Sontag was a refreshing real voice that helped me a straight woman with many friends who would die before turning 35, begin to come to terms with something I will never fully be at peace with nor would I want to be. I had forgotten about how she influenced me.
It’s Jerry Orbach I truly mourn for. Until I got a DVR, I never really enjoyed TV. It can sometimes make me hyper. My DVR lets me control when and what I watch. I only began watching Law & Order two years ago; I watch all three and am sort of addicted.
I had always thought of Orbach as an old man, even when he was young, so when he began to look sexy to me I thought I was losing it. I realized that he had work done and felt somewhat relieved. Briscoe, his TV persona, seemed to be modeled on him. I loved his asides, his liberalism, and I just assumed that he would be returning on the fourth Law & Order.
He was reassuring; just as the thought that no matter where I move in the USA Law & Order will be in reruns. I could watch my neighborhood on TV at least four times a day. It won’t be the same now; it just won’t.
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adj 1: relating to principles of right and wrong; i.e. to morals or
ethics; “moral philosophy”
2: concerned with principles of right and wrong or conforming
to standards of behavior and character based on those
principles; “moral sense”; “a moral scrutiny”; “a moral
lesson”; “a moral quandary”; “moral convictions”; “a moral
life” [ant: immoral, amoral]
3: adhering to ethical and moral principles; “it seems ethical
and right”; “followed the only honorable course of
action”; “had the moral courage to stand alone” [syn: ethical,
honorable, honourable]
4: arising from the sense of right and wrong; “a moral
obligation”
5: psychological rather than physical or tangible in effect; “a
moral victory”; “moral support”
6: based on strong likelihood or firm conviction rather than
actual evidence; “a moral certainty” [syn: moral]
n : the significance of a story or event; “the moral of theMoral Mor”al, a. [F., fr. It. moralis, fr. mos, moris, manner,
custom, habit, way of life, conduct.]
1. Relating to duty or obligation; pertaining to those
intentions and actions of which right and wrong, virtue
and vice, are predicated, or to the rules by which such
intentions and actions ought to be directed; relating to
the practice, manners, or conduct of men as social beings
in relation to each other, as respects right and wrong, so
far as they are properly subject to rules.
Keep at the least within the compass of moral
actions, which have in them vice or virtue.
–Hooker.
Mankind is broken loose from moral bands. –Dryden.
She had wandered without rule or guidance in a moral
wilderness. –Hawthorne.
2. Conformed to accepted rules of right; acting in conformity
with such rules; virtuous; just; as, a moral man. Used
sometimes in distinction from religious; as, a moral
rather than a religious life.
The wiser and more moral part of mankind. –Sir M.
Hale.
3. Capable of right and wrong action or of being governed by
a sense of right; subject to the law of duty.
A moral agent is a being capable of those actions
that have a moral quality, and which can properly be
denominated good or evil in a moral sense. –J.
Edwards.
4. Acting upon or through one’s moral nature or sense of
right, or suited to act in such a manner; as, a moral
arguments; moral considerations. Sometimes opposed to
material and physical; as, moral pressure or support.
5. Supported by reason or probability; practically
sufficient; — opposed to legal or demonstrable; as, a
moral evidence; a moral certainty.
6. Serving to teach or convey a moral; as, a moral lesson;
moral tales.
Moral agent, a being who is capable of acting with
reference to right and wrong.
Moral certainty, a very high degree or probability,
although not demonstrable as a certainty; a probability of
so high a degree that it can be confidently acted upon in
the affairs of life; as, there is a moral certainty of his
guilt.
Moral insanity, insanity, so called, of the moral system;
badness alleged to be irresponsible.
Moral philosophy, the science of duty; the science which
treats of the nature and condition of man as a moral
being, of the duties which result from his moral
relations, and the reasons on which they are founded.
Moral play, an allegorical play; a morality. [Obs.]
Moral sense, the power of moral judgment and feeling; the
capacity to perceive what is right or wrong in moral
conduct, and to approve or disapprove, independently of
education or the knowledge of any positive rule or law.
Moral theology, theology applied to morals; practical
theology; casuistry.
story is to love thy neighbor” [syn: lesson]
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val·ue ( P ) Pronunciation Key (vly)
n.
An amount, as of goods, services, or money, considered to be a fair and suitable equivalent for something else; a fair price or return.
Monetary or material worth: the fluctuating value of gold and silver.
Worth in usefulness or importance to the possessor; utility or merit: the value of an education.
A principle, standard, or quality considered worthwhile or desirable: “The speech was a summons back to the patrician values of restraint and responsibility” (Jonathan Alter).
Precise meaning or import, as of a word.
Mathematics. An assigned or calculated numerical quantity.
Music. The relative duration of a tone or rest.
The relative darkness or lightness of a color. See table at color.
Linguistics. The sound quality of a letter or diphthong.
One of a series of specified values: issued a stamp of new value.
tr.v. val·ued, val·u·ing, val·ues
To determine or estimate the worth or value of; appraise.
To regard highly; esteem. See Synonyms at appreciate.
To rate according to relative estimate of worth or desirability; evaluate: valued health above money.
To assign a value to (a unit of currency, for example).
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val·ue ( P ) Pronunciation Key (vly)
n.
An amount, as of goods, services, or money, considered to be a fair and suitable equivalent for something else; a fair price or return.
Monetary or material worth: the fluctuating value of gold and silver.
Worth in usefulness or importance to the possessor; utility or merit: the value of an education.
A principle, standard, or quality considered worthwhile or desirable: “The speech was a summons back to the patrician values of restraint and responsibility” (Jonathan Alter).
Precise meaning or import, as of a word.
Mathematics. An assigned or calculated numerical quantity.
Music. The relative duration of a tone or rest.
The relative darkness or lightness of a color. See table at color.
Linguistics. The sound quality of a letter or diphthong.
One of a series of specified values: issued a stamp of new value.
tr.v. val·ued, val·u·ing, val·ues
To determine or estimate the worth or value of; appraise.
To regard highly; esteem. See Synonyms at appreciate.
To rate according to relative estimate of worth or desirability; evaluate: valued health above money.
To assign a value to (a unit of currency, for example).
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[Middle English, from Old French, from feminine past participle of valoir, to be strong, be worth, from Latin valre. See wal- in Indo-European Roots.]
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valu·er n.
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value
see at face value.
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Copyright © 1997 by The Christine Ammer 1992 Trust. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company.
val·ue (vly)
n.
A principle, standard, or quality considered worthwhile or desirable.
An assigned or calculated numerical quantity.
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Main Entry: val·ue
Pronunciation: ‘val-yü
Function: noun
1 a : a fair return or equivalent in goods, services, or money for something exchanged b : VALUABLE CONSIDERATION at, CONSIDERATION
2 : monetary worth; especially : MARKET VALUE —val·ue·less adjective
Source: Merriam-Webster Dictionary of Law, © 1996 Merriam-Webster, Inc.
Main Entry: value
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Forms: val·ued; valu·ing
: to estimate or determine the monetary value of
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value
n 1: a numerical quantity measured or assigned or computed; “the value assigned was 16 milliseconds” 2: the quality (positive or negative) that renders something desirable or valuable; “the Shakespearean Shylock is of dubious value in the modern world” 3: the amount (of money or goods or services) that is considered to be a fair equivalent for something else; “he tried to estimate the value of the produce at normal prices” [syn: economic value] 4: relative darkness or lightness of a color; “I establish the colors and principal values by organizing the painting into three values–dark, medium…and light”-Joe Hing Lowe 5: (music) the relative duration of a musical note [syn: time value, note value] 6: an ideal accepted by some individual or group; “he has old-fashioned values” v 1: fix or determine the value of; assign a value to; “value the jewelry and art work in the estate” 2: hold dear; “I prize these old photographs” [syn: prize, treasure, appreciate] 3: regard highly; think much of; “I respect his judgement”; “We prize his creativity” [syn: respect, esteem, prize, prise] [ant: disrespect] 4: place a value on; judge the worth of something; “I will have the family jewels appraised by a professional” [syn: measure, evaluate, valuate, assess, appraise] 5: estimate the value of; “How would you rate his chances to become President?”; “Gold was rated highly among the Romans” [syn: rate]
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brightness
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As usual Cranky Liberal has me thinking. (Still can’t link; can cut and paste; am eagerly looking forward to my next stupid can-only-happen-to-her-emergency.)
Will have all problems solved by January 3, when I will also figure out the answer to many of the world’s problems.
Not that Cranky liberal has me thinking about his rant on the Religious Wrong. Crankyliberal.blogspot.com I always think about that and how much easier life will be when I can link, oh enough about me….
He uses a term that I’ve been seeing often lately. “Moral values” It has never made sense to me. I understand that values is used as a quantifier, but somehow I don’t think the people on the religious wrong–great phrase–not mine but CL’s., view it as quantifying or measuring anything except for how many people said “happy holidays’ to them instead of “Merry Christmas.”
“values” is being used as a “principle, standard, or quality considered worthwhile or desirable,” by the Religious Wrong. And to me, and all us liberals.
“Morals” means to everyone, I hope; “principles of right and wrong.” We say that a person has good or bad morals, and that simple phrase defines them. We say the same things about values.
So moral values is a stupid redundancy that bothers people like me almost as much as the issue because in a real word-freak sense they cancel each other out.
It makes me crazy everything I see a professed Christian (or anybody else who thinks I have no right to talk about my views use the phrase “moral values.” It’s not even an oxymoron as there is nothing funny about it, and since I’m an expert at accidental humor I take my oxymoron’s seriously.
Think that people on the Religious Wrong take themselves and their views so seriously that they have inadvertently invented a meaningless expression.
But what do I know? I’m just a person who believes that words are the most powerful weapon an individual should own and therefore words should be used with much thought, and new expressions made that are actually meaningful. Such as “Religious Wrong.”
Have to say that I take morals and values very seriously. Since I have no idea whether or not there is a God, I have to live my life in accordance with a higher standard; the guilt meter.
My ever running guilt meter charges high prices for just about everything. Since I hate feeling guilty I try to live a good life. It might not meet your idea of moral (sex drugs and rock & roll have all played a part in it) nor might I have your idea of good values. I believe in abortion, gay marriage, sex outside of marriage, and a whole lot of other things, that the Religious Wrong snuffs their pristine noses at.
The more that I write the angrier I’m becoming. What kind of country have we turned into? Why are “God fearing” people any better than people who do good things because they’re the right thing to do, and fear no God, but maybe the Guilt God?
Why does the name God have to be invoked everywhere now?
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Last night I felt so stupid for having posted my Chase rant. But it’s true and while I don’t believe in “worthy” or “less worthy” I should be a customer Chase would like to keep.
Apparently good credit and some resources aren’t enough. Chase should just stop pretending at all that’s it’s a bank with individual customers and only allow business accounts or individuals with assets in the mid-millions.
And I’ll never get over the super young super snippy VP who thinks he’s better than thou and made me beg to do something that he should have volunteered to do.
I hope he’s always prosperous and healthy because he wouldn’t know what to do in a crisis or emergency. I don’t want to hate an individual or institution today, but everybody is human and everybody deserves to be treated with respect.
His answer yesterday when I said he could have done it in one second:
“Yes but it was eventually done.”
Not good. Not when I was reduced to begging. I don’t do begging well.
I do complaining very well. It’s not worth writing to Chase’s top people; obviously they don’t care. It’s worth putting it out here because I want to.
So I’m not angry at me anymore because I posted my Chase rant(s).
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I can’t link. I mean I know how to do it. Even learned the HTML, but my almost state of the art computer three years ago is having a few age related problems, including some memory loss, and it’s hard to find people to fix them this week and next. Though I know many computer consultants (Mr. Ralph is one) I’d rather not ask for help from very busy friends.
If I could link I would link to the Metro section of The New York Times, Pg B1, 12/24/04 entitled: A legacy of Giuliani Years: Civil Rights Suits Against City
A very brief recap: Since Bloomberg became mayor the city has spent close to $2,000,000 to settle law suits brought by both city residents and city workers who said that the Giuliani admin had retaliated against them for excersing free speech and other rights under the Constitution. The figure I quoted will go higher as not every case has been settled.
When the Constitution and the Bill of Rights–my bible–are screwed with in New York City where we all take everything as our right for being born, that’s big. And can be easily spread.
It’s a holiday and I’m so not in the mood to rant about this, but if you think of Bernie Kerik as Giuliani’s moral meter you’re on the right track.
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Only read the Chase post if you truly hate banks, or an insomniac and need something truly boring and whiny to fall asleep to. If you think that I’m nice, think again.
I used the bank’s real name as everything in this story is true and has been documented. None of my relatives or friends work for any part of Chase.
I used to be able to find peace and clarity just through writing an incident down. Then it had to be published to mean anything to me.
Nobody in their right or even wrong mind would ever publish this. I’m okay with that as I love blogging.
I love it so much that it scares me. I feel like I’m losing my competitive edge; I have to tear myself away from my blog to work on my book. Not a good thing.
But it’s the beginning of a holiday weekend and I’m going to forget about everything. When I was complaining to Lucia I told her that I was never going to leave my apartment again. She laughed.
I’m the most social recluse in the world.
I’m already over the bank things, but I oh how good it felt to get the story out and in my blog for my five loyal readers.
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Bah, humbug! Not a Christmas Tale.
This might be a long and boring story, however it’s one that I have to get out before I kill my best friend who has been a model of calm and wonderfulness, and doesn’t deserve the grief I gave her when I called her hysterical from just about everywhere today. (I hate everything about Christmas except for some of the music, and Christmas dinner at the Ralph’s.
Okay enough Christmas cheer: First a disclaimer or something: I’m not a crazy person, don’t look or act like one except when I go into a certain Chase branch on Broadway near 72nd Street where I become my worst nightmare. If I ever murder somebody I’m going to use the “Chase drove me to it” defense.
My long convoluted history with Chase began, probably shortly after birth. My personal history began when I moved to East 63rd Street, and there was a Chase branch just down the block on Madison.
They kicked me out soon after as I didn’t have $10,000 to leave in a non-interest bearing checking account, when they became the first Private Banking Division. What 20something had that amount of money? Okay, many probably did, and didn’t care about the interest. What normal person would want to leave $10,000 in an account that doesn’t give interest? This is in late 1970’s or early 1980’s money. $10,000 was a lot of money.
This is totally true. My father, the super CPA didn’t believe me. I brought him to the branch. He apologized. My dad would start bank accounts if they gave him a toaster. Then he would close them. But he always remained a devoted Chase customer for reasons he was at loss to explain. He did scream at them “you give money to every South American country and won’t give my daughter a credit card.” My hero.
Chase began to change my branches so many times I lost count or any knowledge of where my account was supposed to be. Then in the early 1990’s I went to work in The Bronx and changed my branch to one down the street from my office.
Somehow they debited my entire account. I didn’t know this and paid my bills. They not only bounced all my checks but had debited my credit line. How this happened is beyond my comprehension. They also refused to acknowledge this mistake. I worked for Social Security, couldn’t use the phone during working hours, and had 45 minutes for lunch and two fifteen or twenty minute breaks a day.
As Chase kept banker hours it was very difficult for me to have my money re-credited to my account. But I somehow was able to reach the Bronx District Manager for Chase who at first didn’t believe me then professed to be horrified.
But I had to call all ten people or institutions I had made out checks to. I felt humiliated as my credit is important to me, and I dislike bouncing checks especially when it wasn’t my fault to begin with. The Manager agreed that the bank should pay all charges. However, they didn’t pay the money I was charged by my landlord, credit card company, and everybody else. This began my true hatred of them.
I moved from Manhattan to The Bronx and was changing branches to one near my home when my sister and I made identical $25,000 deposits to our savings account. We both made out checks as we had been told to put the money in our savings account and that the checks would be honored.
Got a funny feeling about it and went to my bank to transfer my money to my checking account. My new branch called the old branch who said that they would transfer the money immediately. They didn’t, and all my checks bounced.
My sister’s branch in The West Village of Manhattan, looked at her total account, saw that she had the money and a good record and let the checks go through. I had excellent credit, hadn’t bounced a check (except for the ones stated above) in many, many years. Yet still they bounced my checks and refused to pay the fees.
I know, I know. Anybody else would have changed banks then. But it was complicated. Way too complicated to explain
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If you believe my title, I own a bridge, I can sell you.
Rudy probably forced him to quit. Rudy was a joke in New York; a lame-duck mayor who did incredibly stupid things like announcing, to the press, that he was divorcing his wife before informing her.
Bill’s impeached because Lucianne Goldberg and Linda Tripp set him for a fall, while Rudy’s idolized because he was mayor during New York’s darkest hour which was very golden to Rudy.
Rudy was last great to me during the RICO years long before he was mayor. He solved some crimes against people with ingenouus methods. My law and order persona appreciates it. So does my persona that would make a great white collar criminal. When I worked for Social Security I figured out many ways that I could have scammed them from creating a claimant who would receive the maximum single rate to much more minor crimes. Helped me be very effective at figuring out which claimant was scamming us for what. (Most were very honest.)
What’s the saying? A person either becomes a cop or a criminal? Makes perfect sense to me.
Don’t fall for the RudyG as saviour act. None of us do. When he wanted to have his term extended we laughed. Many of us voted for Bloomberg not because we particuarly liked him but because he was the right person for the job. We needed a businessman, not a politician who rode to new glory on the tail of 9/11.
He’s become a slightly glorified outdoor salesman peddling 9/11 memoribilia, and I hate them. Bernie Kerik is typical of the scum Rudy hangs with. Think about it. Do you want your future president to have partnered with Bernie?
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Fairway’s a dirty, much loved and much hated grocery/produce/take-out store on Broadway in the Upper West Side. It has high quality food for a lower price than we are used to. You never know if you’re going to bump into or be bumped by a noted West Side celebrity, or a crazy person spouting verbiage at everybody or at one person in particular (me). Sometimes the noted celebrity will also be the crazy person.
For many years I would avoid it because crowds make me crazy, or I would go late at night when the store’s much less crowded, and many of the customers are Broadway and other stars. Since I’m really bad at spotting famous people they would have to be pointed out to me. Sometimes they’d be a little annoyed that I didn’t recognize them and introduce themselves to me.
As I said in a prior post, I can gauge my mood by how I react to the daytime crowds. Somehow Fairway can bring out the worst in many people. When somebody would joustle me, I would either apologize for being alive or scream at them. (It’s a Fairway game.) Though the person was the one who stepped on my feet, they would usually accept my “I’m sorry,” by screaming, cursing or saying something sarcastic.
If I would bump into somebody, and apologize the above would happen also.
In the past year for various reasons I’ve become a much calmer person. Therefore I usually find the antics that go on in Fairway amusing. Fairway’s also less crowded (though only a regular would notice that) because of the competition from Whole Foods, other more physically appealing stores, and especially Freshdirect which delivers food that’s ordered over the Internet. There’s a competition going on between the owners of Fairway and Freshdirect that I also find amusing.
Sometimes I still get crazed by Fairway during the day, and know then that I should go home, or somewhere peaceful, because the Upper West Side’s usually crowded, and I don’t want to be among crowds.
Mine is not an atypical reaction, though I’m probably the only person to have analyzed this in such depth. I don’t want to know what that says about me, and my thought processes. I only know that I no longer react when somebody bumps into me, or screams that I have bumbped into them. It would take a miracle not to bump into people as there is very little space between aisles, shopping carts, and people. It’s most people’s nightmare come true.
I usually enjoy watching people argue over space, the last Stonyfeld Caramel Yogurt (oh I’m the one that does that) and such other amazing things as the last purple garlic bulb. I have seen macho men reduced to sniveling and/or tears in Fairway, because somebody snatched something out their hand. Fairway’s competition at its meanest and Survivor has nothing over it.
Any 80 year old who can successfully shop at Fairway can win Survivor as it takes skill, careful planning, coordination and a host of other attributes to shop there and leave in one piece.
There’s just something about Fairway that brings out the worst in people who are usually logical and calm. Fairway’s an almost poetic symbol of the Upper West Side. It’s dirty and hostile seeming on the outside, yet when you take the food home, wash it and prepare it, it’s excellent. Not that people on the West Side are dirty–that’s a dumb metaphor.
The bouncers at the doors, and yes I mean bouncers as in a club, size everybody up before they go in. They only admit people who might go postal, and/or known liberals. They always let the old lefties from parents generation in, because they’re the best at the game.
I’ve never asked what they do with the conseratives, because frankly I don’t want to know.
As much as I tend to dislike Fairway I’d miss it if it were gone. It would also be very bad for the Upper West Side and Manhattan in general as people tend to get their hostility out in Fairway, not on the streets or at home.
If you think of Fairway as a sparring gym for the mind, you’re almost understanding it.
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