He […] finds himself looking across the street, at a little bodega on the corner.

Yacht rock from the 1970s floated over the aisles like a bad storm cloud, dumping torrents of Christopher Cross and of the band that gave me sweaty nightmares, Steely Dan.

But still 'tis happiness to know That there's a God above us; An' he, by day an' night do ho Vor all ov us an' love us.

Let's have pizza for lunch. — Yes, why not?