In honor of my mother's birthday, here is a picture of Robert Moses (this is where my mom is saying, "May he burn in hell" and then spitting on the floor. Sicilians!). I may have altered the image slightly to include stink lines, a mustache, devil horns, and an arrow through his head. I may also have placed a stick figure rendering of my mother shooting laser beams out her eyes at him from the bridge (not drawn to scale.) But the manipulation is so sophisticated, you'd be forgiven for not noticing it.
If you don't know why I did this, you've never met my mother (or more clearly, you've never met my mother 2 beers in at a barbecue or 3 glasses of wine in at Thanksgiving.) That, or you didn't grow up in the Bronx in the 1950's.
Anyway - hope your birthday is awesome, Mom, and free of being rudely interrupted by the Cross Bronx Expressway.
