I espied the remnants of a free lunch buffet for the Westchester Vocal Institute just inside the Pub but decided in the face of a few sad-looking lettuce leaves and a stack of chopped chicken to go ahead and pay for a tofurkey sandwich on a roll and a couple of cookies. C., C., and I had a ‘working lunch’ with the folks from Yonkers Middle/High School and A., the stone-fox-iest public librarian I have ever met. B. brought us all monogrammed golf shirts celebrating the school’s new Newsweek ranking and we set up the schedule for the coming year. I was totally distracted by a squirrel lunching away out of the trash bin on the back deck. It kept scrabbling away, shaking the bin a little, and emerging with remnants of sandwiches and unidentified gray bits in its scrabbly little claws which it would then chompchompchomp before diving back in for more. At one point it leaped onto a low-hanging branch holding a big piece of a spinach-flavored sandwich wrap in its scraggly little mouth, shaking the tree with much vigor. Such acrobatics!