At least around the TriSec compound, it's stale champagne and last night's used fry oil.


Our breakfast tradition of many years is "fair style" fried dough, with some of that aforementioned oil.

I will be pleased to never type "2021" again. (<-- That's the last time, I swear.)

And we all thought the one previously sucked ass. Pshaw. 2022 better not get any fucking ideas.



(Off in the distance, those fireworks are bursting directly over where I work on the Long Wharf.)