A Bronx Tale

On my day off, I went to the Bronx - to Little Italy in the Bronx, at Arthur Avenue just off Fordham Road. This is a tiny Italian enclave in the middle of a huge town that is practically entirely black and Hispanic. Or it was, because it has been taken over by Kosovo-Albanians, more or less. I bought a box of ravioli, four quails (the bird) and two pounds of Bratwurst, kind of like my grandmother used to make them, but Italian. On my way back, the subway was pretty crowded. Two gangs of teenagers passed through, also, a guy was listening to his MP3 player without headphones, and a woman was running up and down aimlessly and clearly disturbed. She had needed a bathroom one hour ago. That was the Bronx. In Manhattan, witches were gathering in the subway due to Halloween, but that was less scary.

Then my day off was over. It was around 9pm. At home, I ate some Bratwurst with ravioli, I tinkered a bit with the blog, settling for the third template, and I signed up for a workshop to turn books into e-books, especially the Kindle. I remember vividly from the last BEA that Amazon had promised to do that for free, but that is obviously not happening, or at least not for small publishers. Anyway, how hard can that be for someone who has survived the Bronx?