A delightful weekend

Of course, any weekend during which the Red Sox sweep the Yankees is delightful by definition.

But this was also the weekend of NEFFA, which is also always a source of delight. (And I really need to have a word with the people who do scheduling for MLB; it seems an unnecessarily common occurrence that the Sox play the Yankees on NEFFA weekend.) But there was much dancing, plus much serving and bantering at the LCFD food booth, run as always by the apparently (and heroically) indefatigable Chris and Sam. Preliminary estimates suggest that we made a reasonable profit, although not as much as last year.

To anybody who reads this journal who also volunteered at the booth: A thousand thanks!

And it may be just as well that we didn't have get to watch Friday's and Saturday's games, which probably would have been as emotionally draining as our actual activities were physically so.

The swine and the flu

I wonder how many other people -- not you young folks, of course -- found that a sudden panic over Swine Flu brought them back to the 1980s, when Charles Ortleb, publisher of the New York Native, spent gallons of ink trying to convince every gay man he could reach that "AIDS" was actually a form of swine flu that had escaped form a lab, and had nothing whatever to do with HIV.