A note from a very good friend in Worcester. You will either identify with it or not. Sorry if you don't.
Do you remember when we were kids occasionally getting a dubbleyoka? Not really having enough to do I have been in search for them for quite a while. I have even been buying farm fresh eggs from Suney's Pub on Chandler Street. They have great fish and chips on Fridays. Well, I had heard a rumor that Fairway beef (this is the Siegel family that used to run Boston Beef) had them -- so yesterday instead of buying eggs at Suney's, though I did have the f&c for lunch, I scooted over to Fairway and bought a 20 egg flat of Super Jumbos (that's right, Super Jumbos!) from Johnson's Egg Farm in Westminster -- ($3.49) -- I also bought some for one of my carpenters -- he is paying me back in coffee all next week -- good deal, huh? Well, these suckas are hug -- big as your fist -- I can't even imagine what they felt like coming out of the chicken. Oh my god! Anyway, I got up early, 5am this morning, to have a couple before work, and, lo and behold, as god is my witness, standing on the graves of our ancestors, two eggs -- two dubbleyokas!
Life is good! There is hope -- Obama can win -- a new day is dawning -- the icecaps are coming back -- peace is possible -- George Bush is history -- and I saw all that in a Circulon 9 incher right here on my stove top in little old Worcester, Mass.
And thanks for listening to me.