Our friend James showed us the wonderful independent bookstore, McNally Jackson while we were in New York recently. We left with a stack of books (which I never do, because I’m a digital downloads kind of guy) and probably could’ve stayed there an hour or two more if I hadn’t needed to take a quick tour of highly functional plumbing (bookstores do it to me every time!). I loved the store because it wasn’t selling every book. It sold books it thought would challenge you or feed you or make your mind better. And that showed.
Five Good Dishes
Some time over the past few days while walking around various parts of New York City between my other duties, I wrote a note in my Idea Machine ( what’s that?) that just said “Five Dishes.”