Monday, April 7, 2014


The automated soothsayer seems to have lost it, announcing every ten seconds we are in a traffic jam—something we already know.    

I discern slight panic in the soothsayer’s voice as she announces many more jams ahead.

But I am relaxed, because I know Lucky’s awaits at 5:33 with a Bombay Sapphire martini, up, twist, leave the shaker.