
Once in a Blue Moose
Today, we celebrated finishing our taxes on time with a late lunch at the newly relocated Blue Moose Bistro.
When we got in, there were a couple of other tables just finishing up, but shortly it was down to just us and a single gentleman sitting in the window. It turned out he was pretty crazy, and probably drunk as well. He was talking animatedly to himself, and enjoying eating his mixed greens with his fingers. He also had a family size box of Cheerios.
When he stumbled out, he left the Cheerios behind, and this picture shows our waiter trying to read the old man’s scribbled notes on the back of the Cheerios box.
There are eight million stories in the naked city…












