I watched 'The Godfather" last night. When it was over, the first thing that came into my head was, "I wonder if the Seven Dwarves are a metaphorical characterization of the facets of Snow White's personality."

Today, I went to a web site that suposedly contained various interpretations of Snow White. The first thing that came into my head was, "What the hell am I doing?" I have plagued with whatamIdoingness ever since.

It has been a whole month, shazam! As with most months as of late, not much worthy of mention has happend my way. Yesterday, all of that changed. Early in the morning, out for a strole, not a creature was stirring, no old man morning drinkers, no spite cutters, no trash can diggers, no 100-smoking flower dumpster divers, not even a knife.

As we look back at things that have suddenly changed our lives, it is with disbelief that we imagine our previously naive selves; our unenlightened selves.

But that is what I was as I approached the Asian-porno-deli. And then as if it had sprouted out of the sidewalk was one little, mini, Weber grill. And then as if by magic, there was Dave.

In one sentance, Dave explained to me that he is going to be serving BBQ; off of this grill; on the sidewalk; in front of the Asian-porno-deli. And, as I mentioned, in the same sentence, told me that he is getting new teeth soon; that his back teeth are all rotted out; and that he cannot chew.

It is hard to imagine my life without Dave.