Bananas & More

Headline from nypost.com: “Off the record: “Vladimir Putin’s secret love child, 21, living in Paris, working as DJ under pseudonym: report.” And they out her? WTF?

Will there be a more amusing headline today than this from NYP: “NYC fruit vendor who sold $6.2M banana for pennies is still fuming: ‘I got 35 cents’.” Bacciagaloop would have done better. “One banana…two banana…that’s three bananas.” Dialog and photo culled from IMDb:

Holiday spirit redefined. From NYP: “Woah, Christmas: Upscale mall charging outrageous fee for kids to see Santa Claus — and you have to make reservations.”

Right in the heart of the opposition. From NYP: “Grooving and moving: Hundreds flock to ‘Trump Dance’ flash mob in NYC, saying they want big changes on day one of presidency.” Never thought I’d see the day in NYC.

For those who enjoy celebrity dirt:

Since Lite-FM, 106.7, has gone to all Christmas music, I set the dial to Q-104.3, a classic rock station. I’m catching songs I haven’t heard in a dog’s age, such as Rush’s The Spirit of Radio, recorded in 1980 (Music: Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson/ Lyrics: Neil Peart {RIP}). It’s not one of my favorites but it is especially interesting in one aspect. The third line is “… A companion, unobtrusive…” I remembered it vividly. Had anyone else ever used that word in song? At least 15 artists, according to lyrics.com, most notably Hank Williams Jr. in My Girl Don’t Like My Cowboy Hat, which has been around since ’86: “…Although it’s got a six-inch brim/It’s very unobtrusive…” The word is defined as inconspicuous.

New Yorkers must be getting spoiled by mild winters, as a lot of folks complained today about the cold. Fortunately, the sunshine was unimpeded, and the wind was benign, allowing the Anti-Inflation Book Shop almost a full session. My thanks to the woman who settled her tab and then some, and to The Quiet Man, who returned for three more Christmas novels; and to the couple who pulled up in an SUV and donated a bag of books, a mix of English, Russian and French.