Friday, October 17, 2003
A Bar with Wood: Like everyone else in the world, I watched the Yankees game last night. A few thoughts. Firstly, where did all these people come from? I think I finally understand why real estate is priced the way it is in this city: there are millions of little hobbits who almost never go out adventuring, and so are willing to spend insane sums fixing up their little holes. Secondly, did they all just go home afterwards? All the usual places for late night drinking were more or less empty. The hobbits had had their adventure watching television outdoors and scurried back to their holes. How sad? Thirdly, the most valuable thing in a bar is still wood: a place to lean, set your glass, a stretch of wood to call your own. Fourthly, no, thats it. Just three.
