Wins and Losses

I am home, finally. I returned to the Philadelphia on Tuesday. I've got much catching up to do in all corners of my life. Tonight, I got through e-mail. Tomorrow, I plan to unpack my bag to repack for the long weekend. A rolling stone gathers no moss...

I visited five states in three weeks. In doing so, I learned a lot about the American south and what it means to be oppressed. I felt many things and experienced a cadre of things, such as not being able to understand a menu in a southern restaurant. What I felt most was incredibly alone as an educated Jewish liberal. To that end, I was forced to attend an impromptu Republican rally at one point. The good news is that of the like other seven Jews (five belonged to me) in the room of more than 500, we were comforted when said Republican was snubbed by a scholar peep of ours. Even in the south, Liberals have rights and principles they can exercise from time to time. They also indulge in drinking at parties, sleep in the dog's bed, and fight over former moot court partnerships. Oy gevalt -- did I have a good time when I was with the liberals.

While playing the role of Jack Kerouac, I had brunch at the Waysider. (I'll post pictures soon.) It was terrible. No, it was more than terrible. It was vile. They charged me for something that was neither food or edible. I hope the Health Department issues a no-dine flu alert and closes that place PDQ.

Conversely, I was taken to Leatha's and I am in love. Not only did I get a hug from Miss Bonnie in her blue moo-moo upon completion of our meal, I tasted the finest beef short available in the United Sates and quite possibly, the world. I am sorry, but while I heart my burnt ends here, they are too high end boutique for Ms. Leatha. See, BBQ is supposed to be rustic, rough, and rewarding. Massachusetts cannot do rough. Not even the hill towns of Berkshire County.

Photos to follow. more...