That which survives

Why yes, I do have a survival kit. And what a survival kit it is.

We just got back from pretending to be urban sophisticates in the ever-more-revitalized downtown area. Had swanky, expensive, good-but-salty supper at Poole's Luncheonette. Plunked a note on an old broken-down piano that once was played by Cab Calloway (and many others). Looked at some art, or rather, "art."

It's a good thing we did not need compass or flint and steel, because I forgot to take my survival kit.