Dis Is Gettin' Ridiculous

Came to the office today, by way of the PATH to the World Trade Center, and it seemed as if I were reliving last Saturday. As we pulled into the station, a lady of a certain age--obviously a tourist--looked out the window of the car at the carnage and asked no one in particular, "Is this Journal Square?" Several people, including Your Correspondent, corrected her misimpression with perfectly straight faces and encumbered with advice on how to get to Journal Square.

So much for my ever professing astonishment now at the absence of the Empire State Building's Ugly Stepsisters. What once might have been sulphitic is now so bromidic, that I'll be dead and gone before such a joke again becomes crackworthy.