L.A. TIMES OP-ED BY NANCY AND MICHAEL, "A VERY BUSY NIGHT ON THE CORNER"

THIS IS REPRINTED FROM THE JUNE 4TH ISSUE OF THE LOS ANGELES TIMES

About 9:30 Saturday night, we got a text saying MelroseMac was being looted, a hideous spillover from the demonstrations protesting the killing of George Floyd. Curfew was on, but out of what we thought was over caution, we decided one of us — Michael — should go check on “the Corner,” our name for Highland and Melrose, where three Mozza restaurants and a takeout prosper next to a computer store.

A nightmarish sight awaited. The thought-to-be impregnable metal gate at MelroseMac had been breached and inside was an eerily silent free-for-all. Next to it, Mozza 2Go and Chi Spacca had been thrashed — the entrance charred, the walls graffiti-smeared, the wine display ransacked, stacks of cookbooks burned, upended tables broken and hundreds of dishes shattered, along with four windows.

What made it sadder for us was that Chi Spacca had remained open after Mayor Garcetti ordered L.A. restaurants closed on March 16, and for two weeks, in what the in-house Mozza Tribune called “our finest hour,” it fed thousands with the Restaurant Workers Relief Program. Then Nancy tested positive and had to retreat (she barely got ill). To find Spacca beaten up Saturday made the hardship of the last three months hurt even more.

You can’t see a deadly virus and, until it’s captured by a cellphone camera, it’s difficult for much of the population to grasp day-to-day racism. But a smashed window, a building in flames and vandals dashing out a door with loot are mesmerizing sights, on television or in person.

This week, the virus that has killed, is killing, more than 100,000 Americans, and the sickening, maddening realities of never-ending racism are sharing — stunningly — equal billing with the theft of an IMac Pro and a case of barolo. The demonstrations are profound — and we praise them — but it is the upheaval in Los Angeles and across the country that has really kicked the media into high gear and, remarkably, relegated COVID-19 to the inside pages. (You remember the pandemic, right? That virus? We quarantined and wore face masks?)

So we watched, and Michael tried to thwart, the throngs targeting MelroseMac and stragglers going for the wine at Osteria Mozza. The looters mostly sprinted east on Melrose, computer boxes tucked in like a football, making the sidewalk turn at Highland and getting into waiting, almost always shiny, newish cars — one was a black AMG Mercedes — then peeling out. Police were nowhere to be found.

Twice, though, it looked like the cavalry had arrived. Around 11 p.m. and later at 11:30 or so, 10 LAPD cruisers approached, sirens on. “Police!”, the looters shouted, and scatted like bitch ass roaches. But the black-and-whites drove right by our mayhem, headed west. We understood. It wasn’t like saving Gaja or Giacosa reds was a priority for the police. They had bigger branzino to fry.

On Sunday, there was this MSNBC headline: “Chef who survived COVID-19 describes watching her restaurant looted, lit on fire on TV.” That was Nancy, but she would never have come up with such a “woe is me” headline. Compared to so many, we are lucky.

We took a walk on Monday and several passing motorists stopped to offer their “deepest sympathies.” Not necessary. Any sympathy you want to throw our way, toss it instead to those who need it more, to George Floyd’s family, for instance. Especially send it to his brother Terrence.

Actually, don’t send Terrence sympathy, give him respect and heed his words. Of all the comments about the destruction over the last week, none rang out to us as much as those Terrence offered at a memorial for his brother George. It was a Rodney King “Can we all get along” moment.

“I understand y’all are upset. I doubt y’all are half as upset as I am, so if I’m not over here blowing up stuff, if I’m not over here messing up my community, then what are y’all doing? What are y’all doing? Y’all doing nothing.”

That’s what we think too. How many of those creamers wrecking MelroseMac even knew the name of the man the protest was about?

On Saturday night, on Sunday and Monday, the looters got away with more than computers and bottles of wine. They took the spotlight off the essence of the protests. They blocked the point that black lives matter. But Tuesday night, at least in L.A., the balance shifted. The demonstrators showed us the true colors of America at its best, the marchers clarified our righteous outrage over what happened to George Floyd. We hope — they hope — this time it will finally make a difference.

If it does, then it will be worth the knockdown our beloved corner took one Saturday night in 2020. We will get back up. We can always find another case of barolo or barbaresco. Terrence Floyd can’t find another brother.

Nancy Silverton is the chef/owner of the Mozza restaurants. Michael Krikorian, a former Times reporter, covered Watts.





NANCY AND MICHAEL'S ETIQUETTE GUIDE TO WALKING IN LOS ANGELES DURING COVID

In 1975 on my first trip to New York City, I was walking at night down Broadway around 44th Street when I bumped into a big, muscular black guy about 40 years old, maybe 6’, 3”, 230. We both stopped and looked at each other for two seconds and - during that very long period of time - I thought to myself. “I am about to get my ass kicked.”

But, then he said something I never forgot and, to this day, honor. “Can’t you even say ‘excuse me?’’’

From that day on, I bump into you, I say “excuse me.” And I expect that of you. But, now, with Covid all over the place, the act of humans bumping into each other has vanished. Respect on the city’s sidewalks has undergone a transformation to a behavior that would’ve been considered beyond meek if deployed eight weeks ago.

Anyway, Nancy Silverton and Michael Krikorian have published the first ever Covid Etiquette Guide to Walking in Los Angeles. Here’s a preview

1. SOCIAL DISTANCING aka “TAILGATING” The figure most bandied about for “Social Distancing” is six feet. But, when walking toward each other in Los Angeles six feet is practically grinding. Five feet? Gimme a break. And four feet? Hell, might as well get a room. The proper social distance in walking in L.A. is 10 feet. Bare minimum. That’s cutting it. On our morning walk, Nancy and see some ”Eyes”  (see #2) at 100, we move to the street.

2. BUTTS or EYES - Coined by Nancy, this term is essential to walking in L.A.. “Butts of Eyes” is the first thing you should think and -if you are walking with someone - say out loud when you first see a human being on the same side of the sidewalk as you. If you can make out a “Butt,” that likely means they are walking in your same direction. But, if your see “Eyes”’ that means they are coming at you and pose a potential problem. Remember if you are given the choice, - not that you are - but Butts are preferable to Eyes.

3. MASKS - Wear them. If you are the only one on a block, then sure, it’s fine to pull it down. But, mainly out of courtesy, put it back on when you see some “Eyes” within, say, 50 feet. The best thing about wearing a mask is that glorious moment when you take it off and inhale fresh air. That first breath is one of the wonders of the world. We’ve been taking it pretty much for granted. It needs more recognition. I just looked it up and today, May 21, is, among other things, National Strawberries and Cream Day. May 26th is National Paper Airplane Day. Breathing should have a year. A decade. Breathing should have it’s own century.

4. THE RIGHT OF WAY - The most crucial element of Walking in L.A. Etiquette is the Right of Way. This is the who “gets’ to stay on the sidewalk when those “Eyes” are coming at you and who detours to the street. Families of three or more, they stay on the sidewalk. Old people, they get to stay. Anyone with a baby stroller, they can remain on the sidewalk. Even people walking a dog. The truth be told, Nancy and I have not only grown accustomed to seeing people walking toward us and making the left slant to the street, but we like it. It adds some zig-zag, a touch of Gale Sayers to the walk. And as far as distance, we don’t play around. This is not a game of chicken like in “Rebel Without A Cause” when James Dean drives his Mercury ‘49 at an oncoming car and the first one to veer off is the “chicken”. Like I said above, we cut over when oncoming traffic is within 100 feet. Sometimes even 200. Also, be extra caareful on “Blind Corners”, where you can’t see who, if anybody, is coming around you. Be extra prepared to Gale Sayers at this potentially precarious moment.

5. TRAFFIC LIGHTS - Respect them on big streets, but, on smaller streets - such as on our walk, Arden and Rosewood, you can disregard them. When we come to a red traffic light. we make a cursory look for automobiles. but since there are so few these days, we ignore the red lights. No cop in Los Angeles is giving out jaywalking tickets these days.

6. MEANDERING - Outlawed Move it. Don’t just wander around like that blonde with the dog a couple days ago. You know who you were, lady. With your lazy dog who was laying down on the sidewalk and barking orders to you. Didn’t even have a mask on or around your neck. Idiot.

7. RUNNERS - Stay in the street. Wear a mask, it will improve your running. Do not even think about coughing. (See #8)

8. COUGHING - Hey, public coughers. Go home. No one wants to be around you. No one wanted to be around you last year, either.

9. COURTESY - If some moves out to the street before you do, say “Thank you”. That’s all you gotta say. And if you’re too tired to say that, then just say “Thanks”. If you do the moving to the street and someone says “Thank you” to you - they probably won’t - but if they do, say something like “Your welcome”.

And when that wonderful day returns when you bump into someone on the sidewalk, remember what that guy said to me on Broadway 45 years ago. I am so looking forward to saying “excuse me”.

ARCHITECT OSVALDO MAIOZZI WILL NOT “REST IN PEACE”, PLANS ON MAJOR RENOVATION OF HEAVEN'S MAIN ENTRANCE

When beloved Los Angeles restaurant architect Osvaldo Maiozzi died this week dozens of touching tributes and condolences were posted on the internet, many of them urging the passionate, warmhearted and, at times, fiery Italian to “RIP”, that sincere send-off which we know means “Rest In Peace”.

These people writing “RIP” were doubtless saddened by the news of man who designed Angelini Osteria, Republique, Otium and many other L.A. restaurants and they may have been at a loss of what to type on a Facebook post. Regardless, their suggestion for Maiozzi to more or less “Chill out” and “lay down and slumber away” will likely not be followed. Osvaldo Maiozzi has no intention to Rest in Peace.

In an exclusive interview with Krikorian Writes, Osvaldo Maiozzi said resting in peace would be next to impossible in such a grand space as Heaven

“Tell all those nice people I said ‘grazie mille’, but the thought of resting in peace up here is not an option,” said Maiozzi, 68, who spoke with this reporter via the new 250 Testa Rosa Zeus-12 intergalactic phone. “Don’t get me wrong. it’s bellissimo up here. And spotless. But, i just think we can spice it up a bit and still retain its original integrity and soul. Kind of like what i did over at Republique.”

Maiozzi, who graduated from the University of Rome in 1981, said he hopes to start drawing up plans for a new entrance to Heaven as soon as he finishes celebrating with his many family and friends already up there. “This is the grandest of all spaces, but i do think it’s time to redo the entrance. Look, the soft, swirling clouds is a nice touch, but so many of us have seen versions of it already in the movies. You know, with Claude and James up there.” (Osvaldo was referring to Claude Raines in “Here Comes Mister Jordan” and James Mason in the “Heaven Can Wait’ remake, two angels near the gateway to Heaven.")

“I’m thinking of keeping some clouds, but maybe have some arches, a touch of granite maybe some rough-hewn pillars, and further on in, an open kitchen. I don’t know yet. Maybe get Giotto to do a fresco or three.“

Osvaldo said in addition to some structural changes, he would push for some different music at the entrance. “Look, I like Gabriel paying the trumpet as much as the next paisano. But, maybe change it up.. Get Dizzy and Louis playing the horn up here. Get Miles Davis on the weekends. Do they even have weekends up here?”

Osvaldo admitted it would be a tough go to get some changes up there, but was confidant he would prevail.

“Do you know what the love of my life Pam used to call me?,’ he asked, referring to Pam Leonte, his wife and love, his own “Jersey Girl”, ”Pam would call me her ‘Italiban’ The first part was for my heritage, my passion, my love of her and of life, and the later part was because I could be unrelenting and stubborn and kinda crazy.”

The Italiban had plans for the future.

“Imagine this. In about 25, 30 years or so, my Pam comes up to live with me and I’m here to greet her at the redesigned entrance and Miles is playing My Funny Valentine? That happen? Heaven would live up to its name.”

NANCY CALLS MATT KIM'S FRIED CHICKEN-TOPPED GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH “THE COMFORT FOOD WE NEED RIGHT NOW”

Comfort food. The very term conjures up savory thoughts of fried chicken. grilled cheese sandwiches. But during these times when comfort food is more needed than ever, chef Matthew Kim has done something that seems almost revolutionary in it’s simplicity;; He has combined the two, placing a tender boneless piece of fried chicken atop an excellent crunchy grilled cheese sandwich.

The grilled cheese sandwich in itself is worthy of praise from the Universe’s master of the beloved form, Nancy Silverton. ‘It’s an excellent grilled cheese sandwich. It is the comfort food we need right now. The mornay inside is a brilliant move.”

The “mornay’ she is referring to is the mornay sauce. a Gruyere-infused bechamel, which blends with a 75% Gruyere, 25% cheddar cheese mix and caramelized onions between Bub N’ Grandmas’s house loaf.

Kim worked for Silverton at Osteria Mozza where his greatest achievement was meeting his future wife. McKenna Lelah Kim had previously worked in Chicago with chefs Grant Achatz and Dave Beran at Next and, after Mozza, was reunited with Beran. first a Dialogue and now Pasjoli on Main Street in Santa Monica. (Interesting - for some, at least - to note, when Beran replaced Marco Mapelli as the head Lamborghini test driver at the Nurburgring, Kim was promoted to run Pasjoli.)

Now,, credit for the addition of the fried chicken is controversial, at best. Some have said it was Kim’s idea, some said it was McKenna’s, and others are saying Larry Hoover, the imprisoned leader of the Gangster Disciples from the Southside of Chicago. came up with the idea.

Whoever did, it’s the sandwich for these historic times.

The non fried chicken version of the grilled cheese is available for $11. On Sunday, May 17th Pasjoli will offer a fried chicken dinner with lots of other stuff for $49.

https://www.pasjoli.com/menu-1

MYSTERIOUS HERB GROWERS ON VAN NESS AVENUE NAMED "NEIGHBORS OF THE MONTH"

After 53 years of obeying the law, chef Nancy Silverton committed a crime last week. It was a property theft on the street where she lives, Van Ness Avenue in Los Angeles.

The revered chef’s last crime was in 1967 when she shoplifted a tube of Lancome mascara from the Montgomery Ward’s at the Topanga Plaza in San Fernando Valley. Silverton, Ann Elterman and Michelle Matthews, all 12, walked out the store’s door and were immediately detained by a security guard. The police came, put them in the back of a black and white cruiser and whisked them off to LAPD’s West Valley station. Larry Silverton, Nancy’s father, picked her up and the two drove home in silence. He didn’t imposed any further punishment, because, as he told Nancy “the humiliation of having me pick you up at a police station is punishment enough “

Wendi Matthews, Michelle’s sister, vividly recalled the incident in a Facebook post today. “I remember the Montgomery Ward theft very well. Went with my mom to pick up Michelle who hid her stolen eyelash curler in a planter at police station only to be discovered hours later. My mom refused a Christmas gift from Michelle that year.”

That crime was a vital lesson learned for Nancy. She never stole again. Until April, 29th, 2020.

On that Wednesday, while on her morning walk with Michael Krikorian, Silverton stopped in her tracks when she saw a vibrant, vast patch of herbs on a neighbor’s “sidewalk lawn”. She was baking black cod for dinner that night and needed some mint for the yogurt sauce to go with the fish. And there, lush and alluring at her feet, was mint fit for Chino Farms. She looked at her boyfriend and then suddenly, without a word, without clippers without looking around for witnesses, she pulled out a handful of mint.

That night, the black cod with mint was superb.

Two days later, Nancy and Michael walked by the house. There was the mint, but now we noticed the length of the sidewalk lawn was abundant with also rosemary, thyme, oregano and sage. A cook’s paradise.

A woman was walking into the guest house of the very stylish home. Nancy, while not admitting to the theft, asked the lady to ask the homeowners if she could pick some herbs. The lady, the nanny, smiled warmly and said she would. I told her our names.

We went on our walk. At the end of our three mile loop, we walked to our front door. laying on a piece of paper was a pile of rosemary, lavender and mint. On the paper was written this; “HI NEIGHBORS! THE HERBS ARE FOR EVERYONE. PLEASE ENJOY. STAY TUNED FOR NASTURTIUMS.

What a lovely move. And, for some reason, in the time of Covid, it was even more touching, an ever so neighborly act. For that. these neighbors who I haven’t even yet met because i didn’t want to knock on the house door in these tense times, have been named Neighbors of the Month.

And we will find out who they are.

RESTAURATEUR MELINA DAVIES SUSPECTED IN HUGE HAAGEN-DAZ CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER STOCKPILE/GIVEAWAY OPERATION

While the hoarding for some items - paper towels, toilet paper, hand sanitizer - garnered a lot of media attention in the early Covid days, other products did not, though they were being grabbed nearly as frantically.. Take the mysterious case of Haggen Daz Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream.

Even in the old days Haggen Daz Chocolate Peanut Butter, known among fans as “CPB”, was difficult to find But, now? don’t even make the effort.

So it was major news in international ice cream circles Sunday, when federal officials announced they had made a breakthrough in the case known as Operation CPB when they named a prominent Burbank restaurant owner and cook book writer as a key player in a organization that has stockpiled literally dozens of their prime Haggen Daz flavor and then - remarkably - give them away.

Melina Davies, who allegedly has connections to Armenia organizations throughout the Mid East and sectors of South San Fernando Valley, was named in an affidavit obtained by the Mozza Tribune. Davies, who with her husband Christian, owns Olive and Thyme, could not be reached for comment.

Nancy Silverton who wrote the forward for Melina’s upcomong book “Olive and Thyme, Everyday Meals made Extraordinary” strongly defended her in these allegations.

“Fist of all, getting something you love and enjoying it is not hoarding, “ said Silverton who lives with a man known for his over indulgence of CPB.

Silverton continued. “Indulging is not hoarding. Hoarding is when you take 400 rolls of paper towels. Melina is simply savoring and also making other people feel special by giving them a threat. There should be more people like her, especially now..”

HARSHEST FOOD REVIEW EVER, BIG EVIL ON THE CUISINE AND SERVICE AT L. A.'s MEN'S CENTRAL JAIL DURING PANDEMIC

I’ve read and heard my share of bad restaurants reviews from the likes of Ruth Reichl, Jonathan Gold, Michael Bauer, S.I. Virbila, Gael Greene, Jenn Harris, Russ Parsons. Kate Green and an assortment of people who fancy themselves critics. Some have expressed disgust and twisted their face into near-grotesque distortion when describing what they ate and how it was served.

But, never, and I mean never ever, has anyone put food and service down as brutally as Cleamon “Big Evil” Johnson did in a telephone call to me Monday afternoon from Men’s Central Jail in Los Angeles, the largest jail in the United States.

“I would catch another case if my cell door was unlocked because i would chase down these mutherfuckin’ trustees they let serve us the shit food,” said Johnson, 52, once of 89 Family Swan Bloods who is facing five murder charges and one attempted murder from cases in the 1990s. (Long story) “I’d chase them down the tier and beat their asses something fierce.” Then Cleamon, who I’ve known since the 1990s, unleashes his famous Big Evil laugh.

He explains why he would beat his servers who are trustees, so called because they are inmates in the jail who have gained the “trust” of the jailers.

‘I won’t even get to the shit food, yet. the service. We got Covid about to break out and they send these trustees down the tier with no masks, no gloves. Half these mutherfuckas have runny noses, they coughing, scratching their asses, Disgusting. and they serving the food.”

The County Sheriffs deputies themselves are gloved and masked up. And they even handed out one pair of gloves to inmates two weeks ago. Johnson’s big hands, with six black swollen knuckles - the result of decades of punching enemies in the face - would not be kind to a single pair for gloves for two weeks.

And now, what you critics have been waiting for, Big Evil’s review of the food at the Los Angeles Men’s Central jail.

“The food up in here is fuckin’ nasty. i don’t even know the name of half this shit It got so bad, i asked for a special diet. i didn’t even know what that meant exactly. But lately I’ve been getting what i think is chicken six times a week. This stuff is not from a kitchen. It’s straight out of a laboratory. it’s either still alive or its been dead way too long. And stink? Man, it always stinks. You literally taken a chance when you eat it.”

The other staple is franks on a tortilla. “You ever had a hot dog on a tortilla? And the other day I got nine hard tortillas. That’s it.”

Fortunately for Johnson,, he has a brother or cousin or friend who put a few bucks “on his books” and he buys “food” out of the vending machine.

Like everyone on the outside, he’s concerned about Covid.

Johnson says it’s eerie in the County these days and it feels the Corona virus moving through the tier. “All damn night, all you hear is people coughing and sneezing. i’m serious. All night long. i got a big ‘ol plastic sheet fastened to the front of my cell and my blanket tied up to the front, too.

“It’s seems like a powder key up in here just waiting to be lit. Once someone gets Covid up in here, there’s gonna be no choice but for it to just run right through this place.”

If you care to write to him address the letter as follows

Cleamon Johnson #3027306
po box 86164
terminal annex LA CA.90086

NANCY SILVERTON OF SAN QUARANTINE BECOMES FIRST CHEF IN AMERICA TO WIN A MICHELIN STAR IN LOCKDOWN

When, on March 30, Nancy Silverton tested positive for Covid and was sentenced to lockdown at the infamous San Quarantine maximum security facility in Los Angeles, her cooking skills shut down with her.

For days, Silverton, easily one of the most beloved chefs in America, had to rely on the cooking skills of her cellie, Michael Krikorian, whose culinary resume exists entirely of being a sous chef at the Carl’s Jr on South Van Ness Avenue in the early 70s. Though confined mainly to an area once known as the Ruth Couch and now renamed Covid Corner, Silverton would issue commands that brought to mind the strict kitchens of Escoffier and Point. The words “idiot” and “stupid’ spewed from her mouth like ‘59 Dom Perignon in happier times.

So, defying orders, Nancy worked her way back to the kitchen. Though her fist meals showed some past dabs of glory, they had a sadness about them, kind of like Jerry Rice dropping a pass. or Mantle limping back to the dugout after striking out. She lacked the vibrato she once oozed

But, then. a shoulder of lamb was braised and it was obvious. the comeback of Nancy Silverton had begun.

Saturday, a prime porterhouse from Jim Cascone’s Huntington Meats in the Farmer’s Market was set on a grill. The sound, the smell. the seasoning, the taste of the meat. the excitement was back. The return had arrived full force.

By evening. word had leaked and food writers from Jenn Harris of the Los Angeles Times and Jeff Gordinier from Esquire were trying to get a Zoom reservation. Soon the critics from Gault-Millau and Michelin were calling. Michelin, wanting to be first awarded her a star, the first Lockdown awarded San Quarantine a Michelin star.

It turns out. at a high level of criticism, you don’t have to actually taste the food to rate it. Hearing a “Damn, that looks delicious” - viewed 2,851 miles away bu Ruth Reichl is way more valued than a bunch of stars or a glowing review from most critics.

Then Sunday night, Nancy roasted black cod with a tomato jam made with Chris Bianco canned Di Napoli tomatoes, Ligurian olives, garlic, fennel powder, wild oregano and served it with Armenian Labne mint yogurt/cheese.

As we ate, Turner Movie Classics played “The Hustler” on the TV. Paul Newman plays the role of Fast Eddie Felson. He shoots pool magnificently, but he has a downfall. In the end, though, Fast Eddie is back to being great.

So is Nancy

PENCE, FAUCI SAY RALPH WAXMAN EXAGGERATED HEART BLOCKAGE TO ESCAPE HOME IN CONTROVERSIAL "STIR CRAZY' CASE

Legendary Osteria Mozza server Ralph Waxman entered Huntington Hospital in Pasadena last week complaining of severe chest pains. After several tests, Waxman said ‘They found a 95% blockage in my Left Arterial Descending artery. I was .admitted and, well, I could tell by the looks on their face I was “touch and go”.

Five days later, in a memorable and heartfelt Facebook announcement, Waxman, known as “The Dean of Servers”, thanked the Huntington staff for saving his life and said he ‘would be pushin’ up daisies” if he didn’t go the the hospital because they “found a 95% blockage in my Left Arterial Descending artery.”

But, was it really a 95% block? The White House doesn’t think so.

At the White House briefing Saturday morning. Dr. Anthony Fauci was bombarded with question about Waxman and unleashed a bombshell.

“We have a report that Waxman may have exaggerated his blockage numbers,” Fauci said. “Wax said 95%, but he may have been impaired and slurred 9.5%. He was bored at his house, like so many of us and wanted to get out. Stir Crazy. He did slur that 9.5 into a 95.”

Right then, Peter Jennings of ABC News shot back loudly with “Ralph didn’t say it. He typed it. On Facebook and Tweeter.. You can’t slur on Facebook or Tweeter.”

“Where have you been, Pete?” Fauci replied, “Oh sure you can. My moron boss slurs online every god damn day.”

At that point in the new conference, Mike “Bitch Boy Suck Ass” Pence cut in and issued the following statement. “Ralph Waxman, whose name sounds like a Jew, and who is a Democrat, was suffering from Stir Fever and simply wanted to get out of the house to protest about something.. So he lied to get into a hospital. Then he wrote that Facebook post designed to get sympathy. And it worked. He had responses from your Megans, your Lyankas. They like him, I guess. That photo of him below, he does look kinda good. but I’m not a homo. i don’t like homos I’m not a homo. I’m not. but, that photo. Let me get a copy of that.“

Ralph Waxman was relaxing today after walking three miles Friday. Today is Sunday and hopefully Ralph will be out and protesting something.