It looks to me like Vito Jr. has two different Blogger accounts -- one attached to Tutti Barese and the other to the Macaroni Dish. Maybe a nice Chantix-snooze will help the other userid come to you? As in a dream, perchance?

I'm hanging in NYC right now, milling around while my droogies do all the work. While they're breaking down equipment tonight maybe I'll save them a doggie bag from Piano Due -- supposed to be a nice joint but I honestly don't recall ever seeing it as I passed that way to/from work every day. Maybe it opened since I moved away. (Hey Steve, you think I should order Orange Soup and see how they respond?)

I'm cleaning out my office too -- something I should've done months ago. There's really no need to tie up a room that sits empty most of the year. So my managers will play musical offices to scoop up the new digs. One window looks north on Seventh Avenue a few blocks to Central Park, the other the Sheraton and eastward. Whenever Cookie visited he'd sit on the windowsills, lean his head on the glass, and count the taxicabs passing down below (something he remembers still from the NY days -- memories that are slowly fading as he gets older).

So maybe by Saturday morning I'll have most of this crap boxed up or discarded. I might even wipe things down before I hand over the key!

The weather is cold. Radio City is already dressing itself up for Christmas. I think I like the city better these days, being able to visit and just get my work done, catch up with friends and colleagues. That old commute of mine was tame by metro-area standards, but I dreaded it profoundly.