If this advice had been followed in the year 44 B.C.E., things might be different today. We might have even avoided Donald Trump. Who is to say?

What a week! Pi Day, where we celebrate the St. Louis area code. The Ides of March, which I think is a book by George Eliot. And then Friday is St. Patrick’s Day, when we all get together and honor the Englishman who drove the potatoes out of Ireland.

Friend Tom leaves this morning to head back to snowy Hartford. Last night, the three of us had dinner at Corazon DC, a Mexican restaurant on 14th Street NW near Randolph, with a somewhat quirky and interesting menu, where Edie and I eat fairly often (read that as about two or three times a year). I ordered chicken enchiladas mole verde. They came, but weren’t quite warm enough. So I asked the server if she could put it in the microwave for 30 seconds.

She graciously took it and about five minutes later (not 30 seconds) brought it back to me. The owner (a very nice lady) came over and asked me if I wanted to take the original enchilada order home with me in a box. I was flabbergasted. She told me that they never would just reheat something; they would start from scratch. I was very apologetic. She told me not to be. I told her “I insist”. Then it occurred to me that maybe the restaurant didn’t even have a microwave. That might be too tempting.

She was disappointed when I told her that any chicken in our house had to be kosher, and I was disappointed as well. The second order of enchiladas was the right temperature. I made sure to lick my plate clean.

Earlier in the day, Tom and I went out to Second Story Books’ warehouse, where we perused the 500,000 or so books. I was able to double my Felix Frankfurter collection, by purchasing a book of essays on Judaism, published in the 1920s, which had Felix Frankfurter’s book plate inside. My other Frankfurter piece is a copy of Richard Neustadt’s “Presidential Power”, with a piece of U.S. Supreme Court notepaper taped inside with a note from Frankfurter to U.S. Secretary of State Dean Acheson, thanking him for a loan of the book and for calling his attention to the book. It also has a gracious note from Neustadt to Acheson. I think I may put photos on both later today either here, or on Facebook.

Tom and I stopped at Pike Kitchen for lunch. Do you know that place? On Rockville Pike, although it’s name gives you no clue, it is a pan-Asian (well, not quite pan, it is Chinese, Japanese and Korean) restaurant. I have stopped there several times, and it seems there have been some changes made. It’s a place where you go up to the counter to order, and then to pick up your food. It has a number of different stations and you used to order at each station. Now there is a central station to order and pick up, but the various stations still seem to do the preparation. This might be more efficient. They also have now a list of about ten dishes that are lunch “specials”, and they only cost $10. Maybe it includes a drink, too. I ordered a Japanese noodle dish, and a coke, and the bill with tax, was $12.61. Quite a bargain. Food is pretty good.

That’s about it for yesterday. We watched the first episode of the new season of HBO’s Perry Mason last night, and vowed not to watch the second, third or any other. And we had a quick visit from grandchildren Joan and Izzy, and their father.

Today’s factoid? Do you know that Hastings Law School is no longer Hastings Law School, but is now the University of California Law School, San Francisco? The reason? It turns out that Serranus Hasting (the only man to be Chief Justice both of Iowa and California) in his spare time participated in or helped fund the massacre of Yuki Indians in the 1850s. So the school, or the State, voted to rename the institution.

Hastings la via.