Our Man in Antigua

the attack on Pearl Harbor was just the Japanese version of ‘burning the devil’, a leftover Jesuit teaching from the days before they got thrown out of Japan…ok, fine…and yes, I missed the event again(between the two gas stations, where RT2 had his shoulder dislocated last year).and not to be completely outa the loop, I set fire to my garbage, in the street…mmm boy, smell that potato skin cookin’..go Satan! go Santa!…hmm, anagrams of each other, let’s see…the red outfits, the dwarves(homunculi)animal sacrifices(Rudolph)…ok, it’s a reach.

‘passed by that bistro by night, clothes shop by day place on 5th calle…interesting concept…and again, Nadoooush, that new hookah place on upper 6th ave…looks good from the street but what’s the business plan? an outmoded concept in a lesser location than an existing business (Gaia) and….? I dunno..you tell me…I thought that the Cafe Casaca on the plaza wouldn’t fly but it seems to be draggin’ in people…it is, as they say, a ‘clean well-lighted place’ and maybe that’s enough.

‘figured that since the knife-sharpener dude was on my street today that i might as well have the sword cane touched up a bit…’devil burning night’ and all that…can’t be too careful..

and the remod on the old Reilly’s location moves ahead…what the hell are they going to do with it? over Thanksgiving dinner I heard the lady that owns the Cloisters say that she’s leaving..chchcchanges for upper 5th..look, let’s face it..it’s a slow news/chisme day…my garbage is smoldering and the soda’s goin’ flat in the scotch.