Andrew J. Lederer

What a fucking beautiful day yesterday. Wandering through Greenwich Village in the sunshine is one of the good things.

Saw Mel Brooks sitting at one of the outside tables at French Roast. Looked great and was with a younger guy, maybe his son.

I acknowledged him as "Kaminsky," -- which is his real name -- and gave a "thumbs up" gesture.

He smiled back warmly.

The white trees were everywhere and almost pure white. (Soon they will begin to have more green -- it's not the same.)

Hey! And now it's today.