Russians on 5th Avenue

By Central Park in the 90s. Thirty, forty Russians bearing placards in Russian. What they were asking for? Niznayu. Probably hoping some tv station will pick them up on this slow news day. What could they want?

Bearing Bad Luck

Last Sunday decided to have lunch at an Indian restaurant. It had closed. Each time I start patronizing a restaurant it closes. This is a maledizione since I voted for Mondale. Go to the opera. The conductor is  sick. The soprano is sick. The tenor lasts only one act. The Giants  might be leading by ten points. I turn the TV on. They lose. I  enjoy watching Hung. It is cancelled. I throw my support to Gingrich, he collapses. Someone is reading this blog....

Evoria

She sings and I drive. For years now she's been my mate on long and short travels. In this language that I rarely recognize her songs seem mysterious. Probably they are simple. The sweet undulating mother. Perfumado. Did she sing sad  or happy  songs? should I cry or should I laugh?  We are not at the end of our journey. I hope.