NYC... Blathering

Remember, I can't spell... and my grammar stinks too. Well, I'm here in NYC. I went running yesterday morning, I ran a little over 3 miles. It was a slow run through Flushing aka "Korea Town". There's a lot of Korean immigrants in Flushing and it makes for an interesting run... lots of interesting stuff to look at, funny signs with cartoon ducks and hippos signing karaoke. It's kind of like being in Korea. Well, except that there were about a million Mexicans (ok...maybe, some were from elsewhere in Central-America too) hanging around on every corner. I said "Good Morning" to as many people as I could as I was running along. Only one person said it back to me. He looked confused that someone would actually be pleasant. I love NYC. I love that I can be myself, and suddenly I am a super nice guy. Whereas, down south... I'm a jerk. We went into Manhattan later in the day to check out the apartment building that my dad just bought. It smelled like cats. My dad gave the guy, who was renting the retail space on the first floor, the boot. The guy left the place a mess and left three cats in the store to starve. My dad got a trap and got them all out, but the place is really stinky. I don't think Fabreeze is going to fix it. After that we went to "Ground Zero". Let me just say that I hate the term "Ground Zero". I'm not sure which dumbass reporter decided to call it that, making it stick, but I'd like to smack him around. I bet it was Geraldo. Just before we got there, we (my wife my dad and step-mother) stop to get my wife a hotdog. (She's pregnant and must eat when she must eat and must pee when she must pee.) So, my dad is talking to the vendor and the vendor says "where are you from" and my dad says "Bulgaria" The vendor was from Greece, and they were chatting away for about a minute about something and then the hotdog guy is turning to me, talking about Bush and that I shouldn't go to Iraq... all the typical crap. Yes, I said typical, because it's becoming a lot more common. I'm thinking to myself, "I'm a block away from the World Trade Center and the hotdog guy is telling me what a dirtbag GWB is and that I shouldn't go to Iraq". I was so pissed off. "Sure, hotdog man... now that you want me to be a deserter... I'll just let my buddies do the work. I'll stay home and bash the president with you." It makes me so mad that we have so many people in this country who have no backbone, no loyalty, and no idea what's really at stake. Many Americans can only think a year or two ahead at best and they can only think of themselves. These are the same people that were all for Bush when we were kicking the crap out of the Taliban and Saddam's army. Now that we are doing something different, something that is more difficult... something that requires commitment, they can't handle it. Ok, I have to just stop or I'll be here all day. For those of you who agree with the hotdog guy... I'll go fight for you, but you still make me ill.