There, that should do it.
I have been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest lately, hence the lack of content around here. Notice I didn't say the lack of "good" content, since that would imply there ever is any of that. Nope, I've basically been driving around the state to various court appointments, making sure that no one recoveres any money just because my client stored that dynamite in the shed next to the nursery school.
Note that I've never had a case like that, but I do live near a day care center, and if they wake me up one more time, some attorney I know is going to have a case EXACTLY like that. Either that or it's time for me to start raising wolverines.
I did find time to take the kids to New York City last Friday. We went to the Museum of the City of New York, which is sort of weird. First. it's located on the Upper East Side. The way, way, upper east side, like 20 blocks past the fashionable Upper East Side. The subway is fun up there. My kids can read, and now they know some cool new phrases about what Maria likes to do, and more importantly, what Maria's number is. OK, so that was really only important to me.
We went to see the exhibit the museum has on the golden age of baseball in NYC, 1947-57, when the Yankees, Dodgers and Giants were all really good and playing in the World Series pretty much every year, and most importantly, all in the same city. Interesting exhibit, even if it can easily be covered in 2 hours. The only problem is that the museum is incredibly overheated and I nearly fell asleep on several ocassions. They also had a less interesting exhibit on older interior design styles from New York's past. Mostly rich Dutch folk and what their living rooms looked like. My father and I spent a few minutes trying to find a typical Irish house from the 5 Points section would have looked like, but apparently they couldn't find enough filth in time to complete that exhibit. Honestly, it's a wonder my people didn't get right back on the boat and say "fuck it."
Then we went to dinner at a BBQ joint on W 44th called Virgil's. It's not the best BBQ I've ever had, but it is the best I've ever had in Manhattan. And the kids love it, and that's pretty much the most important thing at that point in the evening. Our waiter was very impressed when my son ordered the grilled cheese and the hot dog and then finished both. I was able to feed two adults and two kids, (one of whom was eating 2 meals), for $86, not counting tip. In Manhattan. And it was good and I was stuffed. In short, I love Virgil's. Next time my father and I will probably leave the kids at home and go try the haggis at the Scottish place up the street. I've never had haggis, which as I understand it is basically the internal organs of sheep made into some kind of sausage. Or basically, it's a hot dog. I hear the key is that the more scotch you put away before the meal, the better the haggis. Thank god for the subway and the Metro-North.
I think we'll probably head back to the city before too long. I'd like to see the Broadway show for "Young Frankenstein", and the Museum of Natural History has an exhibit on water that looks like fun for the kids. And then there's that haggis....