That Day Again

Last year, I went to the parade, and accidentally came away with a job. I walked past Bear Stearns that day -- it was just at the point of finally unraveling, yet still seemed like an aberrant event, not a foretaste of the Year the Economy Vaporized.

I wanted to do something irrevokably Irish this year, so a friend suggested I open a restaurant in Ireland, serve horse meat only, and have the waiters all be snakes.