West 47th Street (between Fifth Avenue and Avenue of the Americas) is The Diamond District. Very, Jewish. Scores and scores of dealers in diamonds and precious jewelry (Many Hasidim in their traditional garb—a midwestern female friend thought they were Amish). For some peculiar reason, it was the site of New York’s first sushi restaurant. Maybe the owners thought sushi was kosher. Daring HG was one of the first sushi customers. Hated the raw fish. Agreed with that TV character who said: “It might be good if they fried it up.”. HG gave it a second chance–after all, millions of sagacious Japanese can’t be wrong about a favorite dish. HG became a sushi addict (as did HG’s family). Sushi became HG’s favorite meal. HG concentrated on modest restaurants. Those $500-1,000 tastings are for oligarchs. HG is living in Riverside, RI, temporarily (BSK is still in New Mexico orchestrating the move to HG/BSK’s newly purchased Providence loft). HG receives loving care (and fabulous cuisine) from HG/BSK’s brilliant and gifted daughter, Lesley R. Today was a tough day for Lesley (she has an important job as communications director for one of Rhode Island’s largest health providers). Her office has been flooded so she’s been working at home juggling career and home responsibilities (including taking care of her infirm Dad). Today, Lesley dealt with professional emergencies; plumbers who removed a broken toilet; tree surgeons who gave her estimates for removing a dead tree; the delivery of a cord of firewood (and eventual stacking). She also fed and walked the dogs, Pip and Toby (talked to the vet who gave her bad news about darling Pip). Finally, she went to Home Depot, bought a toilet and managed to get it into her car). Whew!! Fortunately, a Japanese restaurant is nearby and Lesley brought home a sumptuous feast. Let’s hope tomorrow is a happier time for this glorious woman.`
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