Daily Grumble

Crap. There was another big high-rise fire a couple of blocks from my apartment yesterday. Dozens of injuries. What is it about the Upper East Side and disaster? Remember the plane that crashed into a high-rise three blocks from me? And the brownstone that exploded? (That one was made into an episode of Law & Order.) Then there was the flower pot fire upstairs last week. And I don't think I ever mentioned that when I moved into this building two years ago, my old apartment next door was damaged by fire exactly one week later. We's cursed. Cursed, I tells ya.