Nothing hits the spot on a meat-free Good Friday lunch than the vegan chili over at The Bottletree Cafe. Sitting at the bar, though, it was more than bean-and-cheesy goodness that assailed my senses.It was a sudden onset of generational identity crisis.
On one TV, the newscasters were talking about North Korea increasing its capacity for enrichment of nuclear materials. The flatscreen on my right was showing a DVD of The Muppets take Manhatten. And I was reading Bill Bryson's "The Lost Continent," a rambling but extremely humorous look at why the United States in 1988 (when the book was written) was so much worse than the United States was in the 1950s, when he grew up.
So I was reading about how much Bryson misses home milk delivery, hearing about Kim Jong Il inching closer to being able to destroy our planet, while watching puppets run and roller skate through Central Park.
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