Remembered yesterday what I miss about Manhattan. Near Union Square, a man in a Phantom-of-the-Opera outfit, in period jacket, tri-corner hat and mask and walking on stilts, was handing out flyers for a strip club, equal opportunity of course, male and female. You just have to love the culture advantage Manhattan provides. That reminded me that at my first Comdex in Atlanta in a galaxy far, far away, I took a strip-club flyer from a guy in a gorilla suit. I went, purely for research purposes I assure you. … I do have one complaint, with so many of our Muslim friends operating the street carts, it’s impossible to find an Italian sausage sandwich near the Port Authority Bus Station. You have to learn to recognize the Arabic signs for “Halal” from a distance. ... Walking along 42nd street I saw a marquee that proclaimed Johnny Winter was appearing. I saw a picture next to his name thought, "Oh, my God. He cut his white hair short and got this awful dark tan" before I realized the place was B.B. King's restaurant. BB's is a perfect place for old people (like me). Upcoming acts include Chad and Jeremy, the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Davy Jones from the Monkeys, and Al Green (kids ask your parents whose people are). They still have groupies, but they're in wheel chairs. Fans can't wave candles during concerts. It would set off the oxygen canisters. ... With a daughter in college I realized I could witness a remarkable phenomenon: money disappearing remotely in real time. ... An accountant friend sent a news item about a tax attorney whose attempt to deduct more than $100,000 spent on pornography and prostitutes in 2004 and 2005 as medical expenses necessary for his good health was disallowed by the tax court. I thought, damn, I'm going to have to amend my returns again.