The Day I ate Pastrami 3/2001
I'm not sure myself what has brought on this strange quest! This raw drive. This need for pastrami. Thinking about the divine as pastrami doesn't exactly make sense except for those moments when I can smell reason (burp). My desire HOT PASTRAMI love. Granted, we're not talking about reason, its instinktual, emotional, blood pressure be dammed. I sit calmly now reconstructing the events over and over in my mind. My Omron automatic blood pressure monitor firmly clasped to my arm telling me the consequence of my actions.
Four hours later the brine of the half sour pickles still linger on my lips. How did this day start? Well, that's a strange story but needless to say you don't choose pastrami ! It chooses you and you change.
The moment happened when I was visiting Claudia at the red square building she was finishing the installation of her first wall mosaic. While idly chatting I happened to ask the now prophetic question, "Are you hungry?".
She replied, "I had a full breakfast at Odessa." I said, " maybe there is a place we can get a sandwich to which at the exact moment she look at me the unspoken idea passed between us and I said, "great idea". Pastrami had found us and only two blocks from Katz's delicatessen and the dream became real the wish was about to be fulfilled.
My diary entry may give a bit more understanding to the state of mind I was in.
written moments before I went to katz to have my Pastrami.
3/26/01 (diary entry)

Oh pastrami - where art thou for all my love where art thou.

Hot pastrami - love yourself I just want you for sex.

My Pastrami - longing to be.

Your Pastrami - why ?

Claudia's Pastrami - the smaller half of mine.
Oh Pastrami Hot Pastrami My Pastrami Your Pastrami and Claudia's Pastrami is really mine.
Later at the table: Pastrami inspiration

After reading the above poem many times I've decided to change the line of claudia's Pastrami to Claudia's Pastrami - is ours. For that quid pro quo Claudia made my pastrami adventure taste even better. She paid - Thanks
Oh Pastrami Hot Pastrami My Pastrami Your Pastrami and Claudia's Pastrami is ours.
Well my Pastrami adventure has come to an end and a week later my blood pressure is as it was. Stay tuned friends because I've been thinking about pizza.

Oh Pizza My pizza ... The adventure continues !!!