First let us dispose of the outcome of my proposed singing debut at the South Bay New Orleans Jazz Club. It didn't happen. Mr. Tucker clearly had forgotten it and I wasn't about to remind him. We did have some excitement in that it was the club president Paul Goldman's 81st birthday, and as such was celebrated by the invitation to have a slice of the birthday cake, a massive sheet of chocolate cake with lavish amounts of chocolate frosting.
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California, You So Crazy
In addition to the many crazy laws we have here in the not-so-sovereign State of California, comes a new one. If you repeatedly address a denizen of a long-term care facility with their birth certificate sex and they have changed that, you are up for arrest and a $1,000 fine.
Without any intention of being unnecessarily cruel to the old and deranged, or "my peers," I think that a number of long-term health care providers would be happy to tell you that in the Alzheimer's Ward, many residents have no idea what sex is let alone which sex they think they are.
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I would like to jeer at Hollywood while I'm here - Raucous cries of "Racist sex offender!" cannot now be played. Harvey Weinstein is white; Bill Cosby is black. Equal opportunity offenders both.
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New (to me) in restaurant advertising. We had dinner at Hudson House (previously reviewed) and along with the bill came a 4/c postcard with the name and logo on the front; space to address it and write a message on the back. Sending it will require a 20 cent postcard stamp.
It's a handsome card, no doubt about it, but restaurants today have their Web site printed on the tab. Seeing a post card used in this manner was ... interesting. It is entirely possible that I'm missing something here (not for the first time either) and customers are meant to write a review/critique and mail it in?
I think it will make a good bookmark.
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