What can be better than hot sauce and beer? I went down to Jimmy’s #43 at 43 E. 7th St. [http://jimmysno43.com/] for the press preview of the 2nd Annual NYC Hot Sauce Expo. Now my limit is two of anything but unfortunately I had five at Jimmy’s. Maybe six.
I guess I was waiting for her death to unburden myself of some long held grievances against Bel Kaufman, my 9th grade teacher at Taft High School in The Bronx, but it now looks like she’ll outlive me, so I will just proceed with this testament as if it were a deathbed confession. Only it’s not a confession but an attack before the encomiums and hagiographies are published to accompany the inevitable hosannas following her death. After all, we’re told never to speak ill of the dead, so I guess I’ll have to rush this. It won’t take me too long because this has been cooking on my back burner for some years. Many years.
After 9/11, there was a lot of talk about the need for people who could think about the unthinkable because no one could have imagined the Al-Qaeda plot so we were unprepared to defend against it, let alone prevent it. A suggestion was made; why not make use of the seemingly unlimited imagination for mayhem represented by Hollywood, (by which we mean, naturally, the film industry). I don’t think this was acted upon and I really find it difficult to visualize how this would happen. I think if the government ever tried to “go Hollywood” they’d make a tour of the usual suspects, Spielberg, Lucas, Bay etc. and after a suitable expenditure of expense money, go home. Sort of like the boss’s son in THE PLAYER who when he hits Hollywood wants to look up Meg Ryan. In other words, they weren’t really serious.