En route to the Slavin family seder in Harrisburg - as in PA - made a quick sidebar foray into the Zippo Centre, rimmed with lighter lamps along their driveway. Inside, Zippo art and all things merch. Had mysteriously forgotten my sunglasses when leaving the Middling City and, lo & behold, there were several Zippo sunglasses (not fabricated in Bradford but in .5 my motherland, Italia = even better). Have to say Zippo makes a better sunglass than Revo, Brooks Bros., and that other old-school company. Then came lighter shopping. Met a 12-year old kid, Brandon, who happened to be purchasing the same model that I was oogling. It looks like the body of a beetle in the sun. So we're both at the checkout and this kid, completely eyes glazed over with Zippo lust, gave me a quick tutorial on how to undo the Zippo screw to douse the Zippo cotton while his puffy mom hovered over this Zippo kid talking to the eager-to-learn older lady who, I'm sure in his kid brain, seemed at odds with the moment as she, at her advanced age, had never ever loaded up her own lighter with flammables. Onwards to PA for seder and four glasses of wine and mucho laughs and this morning a quick spin in the Porsche of Stu, Beth's dad.
Now time to push towards NYC for high times and Parsons-related misdemeanors. And how I mean that.
Zippo Love.