By the way, if you are reading this, I would like to make an Official Announcement. UPS fails at life. They'd better deliver my DSL doohickies to the café by seven this evening, or I will be mightily displeased. This is now either Day Eight or Day Four of the UPS Affair, depending on how you count it, and that's just not acceptable for a company that promises to deliver anywhere in the country in under two days. UPS is Not Good People. Except for Jason and Pat at the pickup center in the next town over. They're Good People, but they are just two against the grand weight of corporate failure that is UPS in general.
And yesterday, as I was heading out to the synagogue to return a CD I'd borrowed from the cantor, I picked up a newspaper and discovered yet another reason that I'm glad to be moving to Chicago on Monday. Apparently, about a week and a half after I leave, they'll be shutting the Market down early to make room for -- I am so not making this up -- a Nazi rally.
Chicago, here I come!