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Ashes of Joe

Spending the weekend here in Vashangton DC, where your narrator freezing his arse off. I grew up in the midwest so you'd think I could handle such temps, but by now I've been spoiled by the tempered west coast climate.

The last time I felt this cold was, well, last year at this time when I also happened to be in the nation's capital. That time it was for the inauguration of the 44th President, and the temperatures were outrageously cold. So much so that I craved some Persian Hot Chocolate.

I vividly remember the night before the inauguration, when a block away from the Four Seasons I took in a cup of fresh Ashe Reshteh for $4.99 from the Moby Dick of Georgetown, where Denzel Vashangton was chowing down on a plate of joojeh kabob.

The soup there was slightly better than the one up in New York City, home of the Iranian Soup Nazi, Ali "Al" Yeganeh of Seinfeld fame. I'd like to see the two franchises duke it out. Winner takes all (the cashk).

Joe Biden was dealing a different kind of ashes, those of his deceased mother, over the weekend. It wasn't too far away from the hospital I was at tending to my father's surgery to remove a benign tumor in his lung that he BLAMES ME for having. 'Tis the season.