2.26.26

It's a sign that this is going to be a bit dashed off that I couldn't think of a title and settled for today's date.

Class is in fourteen minutes. This one is probably the most challenging of the four, with massive reading assignments and some pretty complicated concepts related to taxation of commercial real estate transactions.

I haven't finished the readings, but hope I can hum a few bars. The prof is pretty good about not putting people on the spot. No Professor Kingsfield here.

This morning P announced a hankering for traditional Yemeni coffee, and of course this being New York it took me about five minutes to find a place over in the West Village that featured Yemeni coffee and pastries. We're in the midst of Ramadan, so the place was pretty much deserted. They told us it gets pretty hopping around sunset when the Muslims break their fast for the day.

These Arab coffee places always warn us that a traditional pot takes fifteen minutes, a fact of which we're quite aware. I don't get the impression most Americans are willing to wait that long, being raised in a culture of instant gratification.

But we waited, and talked. Such a luxury.

And the coffee was perfect, well worth the wait.

After our coffee hour (and it was nearly that), we stepped off in opposite directions, Peg heading to Chelsea and me down Third Street to NYU. Crossing Avenue of the Americas, I paused a minute to marvel at the moment and the place--that's the Empire State Building in the distance.

All very good.

Off to class.