It’s Passover and the Pope is in town—try not to read too much into that. Obviously, I needed to get out of dodge as I’m sure this Pope might have been told about the letter I wrote to the last one complaining about his lackadaisical attitude towards promoting upstanding morality (Hey! He’s the freaking Pope; he’s got to be tops!). Still, the weather has been beautiful so before I went AWOL I spent some time in the park and even got Megan to join me for a spell despite the sun’s effect on her neo-goth complexion (that girl is a fork in the microwave). Well, now I’m on Long Island going for bike rides and breaking middle matzah. I have a week off from school and my job, which means I have to catch up on two weeks worth of work. Happy Passover.