Yesterday sledding, or what we should call skidding for the lack of snow, also Nora and Russell's first and non-recession related brush with the term "bailout." On the way to the Washington Monument we passed two who were painting en plein air by the Wellhouse. No hawks in sight, maybe the squeals of the sledded ones sent them elsewhere. We also discovered cupcakes for sale at Bene, where we stopped for an after skidding slice. It may or may not work for you, but if you show great enthusiasm for the cupcakes they now house in the display case, which are baked by a woman who used to work at Lonelyville, and whip out your camera for the beauty shot, you might just get a free brownie.
I overheard a few things while at Bene, for one thing the man behind the counter commenting that the more the Giants get in it, the more pizza they sell, but the icing on the cake was a teenage girl's wide-eyed observation that Windsor Terrace and Wu Tang have the same initials.
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