There are a few bagel stores in our neighborhood. Two within walking distance, although you'd pass one on the way to the second. Several others are a short drive. I am not sure whether any of them are significantly “better” than any other; however the loyal fans of any one of them swear that others don't compare to theirs.

  The sun was shining, the food was plentiful and the company just plain fun. What more could we ask for (besides air conditioning on the course.)

 

Having lived in Manhattan for nearly thirty years, I cannot say I knew too much about trees. In our new house in Connecticut, I am learing.  

Another wierd but true story from our planet. A squirrel was "detained" when a woman called police to complain it was stalking her.   A panicked woman was unable to shake the rodent in the western German city of Bottrop, so she turned to the authorities in desperation on Wednesday, police told Reuters.   The police took in the squirrel and found it was suffering exhaustion.  

Please read my last week's blog Pregame Anxiety as prelude to this. 

There's a local frozen yogurt place in our neighborhood. We built up a lot of loyalty points enjoying their yogurt until one day, about a year ago,when they stopped serving “Original Tart”. The owner explained that my favorite flavor was not a big seller. I was in disbelief because, for me, it was the only flavor that tasted remotely like yogurt.

For me it would be a tie between My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Pretty Woman -- by far, my two favorite movies. The former because somehow I can relate to the big Greek family (and my husband’s windex is WD-40). The latter because apparently I am a sucker for a good Cinderella story.