Send Bialys

If only I had a bialy....

It's blizzarding here again, and in fact I may lose power before I get a chance to post this blog entry. I am so tired of winter: incredibly over the snow, and basically done with Maine. After all, I've been here four years--enough already! Besides, unless it is summer and you are perched along the rocky coast, with plenty of mosquito repellent, and you like lobster and you own a boat, and you're white and not Jewish and not craving pastrami or maybe a bialy with a shmear, there is simply no reason to be here. And that's all I have to say about that.

But then I lived in DC for 30 years and there were bialys all over the place, with shmears, and mountains of pastrami, and not too many boaty people but tons of black people and Asians, etc., but it was so damn hot you had to turn on the AC in May and leave it on until November some years, and what with the thunderstorms and the traffic, it too was a drag after a while.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. All the time. And it's not too hot or too cold and there's no crime and yet there is still diversity, but no slums. And great pizza, and an interesting music scene and good theater. And you can afford to live there. That's where I'm heading next.