God Said...
This weekend the plans were to do the usual chores and errands and get some work in. God said that wasn't happening. Saturday I wasn't feeling 100 percent so I was planning to relax. My cousin called me in the afternoon to convince me to come out to the Puerto Rican Day celebration in East Harlem. I'd never been in all the years I've lived here. It was either too hot, too cold, too rainy, I had other plans, etc. Well, this year it was too chilly and damp but I went anyway. I was not a happy camper. I could deal with the cold, but the noise and the crowds were beyond me. I was ready to go! As it turned out, by the time I found him the police were shutting it all down! It was only 5PM. In the past they would party all night. So we left and warmed up in a Starbucks in the nearby Target before heading out to get something to eat. I didn't want to eat in Harlem so we drove to New Jersey and ate at Fuddrucker's. Had never been, but heard from someone that it has good ...