Who Let the Dogs Out?

* Traffic is horrible this morning. Charlie decides to take a shortcut which causes us to drive through the austere grounds of the Upper Montclair Country Club. We initially start through the driveway, past the guard's gate, around the clubhouse, through a condominium complex and then onto another highway.

* Nick/Saul's daughter just graduated college and landed a job. She has to train in the city so she takes the van in. She's predictably adorable. We chat for a bit. She asks me what I do for a living. I tell her.

"Oh, so you must follow politics," she says. I tell her that I do. "So, what are your thoughts?" I ask her about what. She just shrugs.

"Well, in general, I think rich and powerful people have always exploited people who aren't rich and powerful. And it's always going to be that way."

People look at me as they realize how sad I am inside.

Jennifer says she can relate.

"Did you ever see The Road?" I haven't. "Well, it's about this dystopian future and the husband is trying to convince the wife to move to a better climate. So she doesn't want to keep going so she feels completely hopeless so she cuts her wrists."

* We make it into the city and pick up our newspapers. The guy who hands them to us speaks.

"I'm sick as a dog today," he says. "Do you want to see?"

He then starts barking like a dog.

"You gotta love his spirit," John Krasinski's Uncle says.

* Barbara gets out at Broadway. She has three large bags.

"Should I let you close the door for me," she says to me.

I do.

"I would do anything for that woman," I say.

One of the older guys next to me (conversation today: North Jersey racquetball leagues, architects and interior designers of choice in Morris County) says, "You'd better or you'll pay the price."