"There's a broken light for every heart in Utica."
--me, age 17, loaded on cheap red wine

Well, when I was a teenager, I would drink pretty much whatever was available. Now that I am a great big adult, I can imbibe the select few beverages that don't actually make me violently ill. Certain beers from our local Saranac line, Pilsner Urquell (preferably on tap at Clark's Ale House in Syracuse), and practically nothing else alcoholic. Saranac Light is not as delightful as their Pilsener, but since we bought 18 cases for the summer, and it does not affect me adversely, I guess I'll be drinking that for quite a while.

The flurry of cleaning is over. The girls have arrived for their visit, and Sue's daughter expressed an interest in having a "real" New York pizza, such being unavailable in Tennessee. The only delicacy they seem to have in their city (north of Memphis) is BARBECUE. (If some of our Italians moved Down South, they'd CLEAN UP.) (Only Applebee's and Barbecue? The very thought makes me gag. Today this truly IS The DYSPEPTIC Tank.) So a real Utica, N.Y. pizza it is tonight, then!