What I learned this past week:
- There’s a serious shortage of white socks in the city. Especially among older gents who walk in the park in shorts, shoes and wife-beaters
- There’s no possible way the speeding ticket my mother got last year was legit. She never goes more than 45 mph
- Katrina was an Elderdown pillow compared to whatever hit the men’s locker room at Bally Fitness in Port Chester, NY. Yikes
- Humidity + my hair = hilarious
- Sleeping in my parents' old bed = disturbing
- If you take on the neighborhood kids at wiffle ball, they will trash talk the hell out of you with old-man taunts
- Me not classy. Of all the top-notch restaurants in New York, I chose to dine with my mom at Mariano Rivera’s New York Grill (actually, the man’s cut fastball is rivaled only by his tasty rib eye)
What I learned this past week:
