Odd planet alignment


Regular readers and friends of mine will know how I sometimes bemoan the fact that on average, New York and LA are US cities where people are perpetually late, almost always blaming the traffic or subway instead of the fact that they never give themselves enough time to begin with (ie, leaving at 8 for a  rendezvous scheduled for 8). So imagine my shock when, beginning on Tuesday of this week, every single meeting with friends had me arriving (on time) to find them already there waiting for me! We are talking about FOUR separate occasions. I am tickled pink. There must be some spooky astrological alignment, or I have quantum shifted to some parallel universe. Whatever the case, it is nice being here, and I thank all of you.

I must go buy a lotto ticket while this magic is with me…

I’m here, where are you?


I had a lunch meeting setup with my client/friend Roland today. He asked me if I knew the restaurant called “Hell’s Kitchen” on 9th ave, and I responded that I did, having passed it several times in the past few weeks here on a couple of my walks. I got to the restaurant about 5 minutes early and got a table and waited. And waited. At about a quarter past the hour I figured something had come up, so I sent Roland a text message saying “Are you coming to Hell’s Kitchen?”. About a minute later came the reply “I am at Hell’s Kitchen.” I looked around the restaurant but didn’t see him, so I sent a message back saying “I am”, and then called him a minute later. It turns out that there are TWO restaurants with the name “Hell’s Kitchen”, and both are on 9th Ave. One is at 47th and the other at 39th.

So if you have a date in Constantinople, he’ll be waiting in Istambul.