The Mystery Woman and I go all the way back to 1956. Sometimes we have relapses. Just today, I told her: “You’re more like you were than you ever have been.”
You’ve wondered, no doubt, who rings the Notre-Dame bells now that Quasimodo is gone. Five guys and a computer, that’s who. And every so often, caretakers must turn the bells so the clapper hits a different part to reduce wear. Bells? Yes. Four.
Ticker-tape parades just aren’t what they used to be. New Yorkers tossed only 36.5 tons of paper after the parade celebrating the NY Giants Super Bowl win. By comparison, on V-J Day, marking the end of WWII, jubilant New Yorkers threw 5,438 tons of confetti and ticker tape. Not much ticker tape these days; some ripped fodder from phone books. And not many windows open in tall buildings. Now you know.
Did you read about the new thingy they can strap to your knee and generate enough electricity to power 10 cell phones just while you walk. Hell, if they made a similar gizmo for your elbows, we could light up a whole city while we drink.