newest entry 2002-12-24 11:38 a.m.

Last night we took Monkey's visiting brother and sister-in-law to see the world-famous Dyker Heights Christmas Light madness. I have to say, it is considerably less spectacular the second time around.

The Christmas lights I love best are in our neighborhood, a few blocks away. The display is just as busy as anything in Dyker Heights, but done with much more heart and less money. It features styrofoam trays with happy messages magic-markered on, and a little memorial to a deceased dog, and prayer cards for dead friends, and grotesque crucifixes and penguins and Santas and sheep...

I bought Monkster's tertiary presents yesterday (he doesn't read this, it's OK) in the coolest store in New York, Tannen's Magic Shop. It's not a storefront, it's tucked away in an office building, and, like an old-fashioned mercantile, everything is behind the counter. The magician-clerks demonstrate tricks for you, and they take their sweet time serving the customers. It's not a place to go if you're in a hurry. but it's a great place to hang out, learn tricks, meet other people interested in magic, etc.

Christmas spirit: not quite there yet, but I'm hanging in.

An interesting human interest story about Joe S.

What does it take to get a mention in my diary? You must be good to chimps!

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