The All-Star Game came off without a hitch last night, so everyone in the city is relieved — no mayhem, riots or embarrassing sprays of gunfire. Alan and I were downtown the Friday previous, having dinner at Vicente’s, the new Cuban place on Library Street (try the midnight sandwich, mmm), and he remarked that things were certainly looking better outside than when he arrived in December. He recalled driving around to three different pay phones one night, trying to call us back in the Fort, and when he finally found one that worked, he had to stand in three inches of slush to make the call.
It was a short one. I never keep people on the phone long.
Things were looking good. My friend Ron remarked at seeing a city employee driving some sort of apparatus down the sidewalk, something like a riding lawn mower with a suction device attached. She was carefully hoovering up litter. “Where have these things been for the last 10 years?” he wondered. “How long did it take to find the key to the warehouse?”
Ten years, I’d say. Let’s hope it holds for a while. Super Bowl’ll be here in less than six months. And that’ll be in three-inches-of-slush season.
Slow, busy day, so not much bloggage today. But! I have this — blogcritics’ list of the 10 most overrated singles of…whenever. You-all can go to town with this for 30 comments, if you ask me. I’ll start with this:
What? And they forgot “Thriller”?