Walking to work in the morning a few weeks ago on 168th St, I see a guy, very animated, walking toward me. He is pointing to someone behind me as he walks by, smiling, yelling loudly and boisterously: "Hey YOU, Idi Amin! -- HEY, IDI AMIN! -- NO, not YOU, the OTHER Idi Amin!

I'm convinced that the American population’s total inability to ask ANY questions about what the TV is saying is due to the infantile streak in the American mind, rather than the immature or naive streaks.

The real code orange situation last week was the two foot icicles falling off the front of my building on 107th st.