Off to New England this weekend to meet with friends in Worcester. When I lived there I advocated vociferously for the type of cosmopolitan culture that has finally sprung up all over the place.

We will in fact meet up at a new barbecue joint and drink beer made by a local brewery. Had the city had those things, plus the baseball team it also has, you couldn’t have pulled me out of there with a team of wild horses.

I take some credit, thank you, for the greatness that has befallen New England’s friendliest city, and I say both o those things without any irony. People who live there should consider themselves lucky.

And why the wine glass? Because that’s what happens to be in front of me.