James Kanter in NYT on The Beatles and The Brexit:

'Earlier in the day, several European leaders urged Britain to reverse course and remain a member of the European Union.

Donald Tusk, the president of the European Council, the body that organizes summit meetings, invoked the John Lennon song “Imagine” in discussing his hopes for a change of heart.

“Some of my British friends have even asked me whether Brexit could be reversed, and whether I could imagine an outcome where the U.K. stays part of the E.U.,” Mr. Tusk told reporters. “I told them that, in fact, the European Union was built on dreams that seemed impossible to achieve. So, who knows? You may say I’m a dreamer, but I am not the only one.”'

Read the article here.

I don't believe that Tusk is a dreamer. We can safely bet on a Brexit-in-name-only.

One of my nephews is visiting the US. He is here for a summer camp, or so he told me, he is going to be a youth leader.
For about twenty minutes he was in my apartment, he liked it a lot. But the glasses were not kosher enough, he needed a plastic cup.
We went to a kosher restaurant, where he played with his two phones. We drank a beer and he munched on French fries.
At the corner of 34th and 7th we said good-bye. We hugged each other. I wanted to get back into my cab but he said: "Let's hug a bit longer."

Ten days ago or so I had drinks and dinner with a lady and her daughter. I hardly knew them, but it was a pleasant evening. Evenings with strangers can be very pleasant.
Two days later I got a text message from this lady: "I had to ask the doorman at my hotel for fifty dollars because my credit card wasn't working. Could you send him a check? Of course I will reimburse you."
I answered: "No problem." I refrained from asking further questions.
Since the hotel was in a neighborhood not far from where I live I decided to hand the money personally to the doorman.
We had exchanged a few messages, but despite these messages he appeared to be surprised to see me.
It was a small effort, but when I left the hotel I felt I had done a good deed.

Lunch in Amsterdam (Bolenius) dinner in New York (Sant Ambroeus) - traditions are important.
I discussed vacation in the Alto Adige with the manager at Sant Ambroeus.
"That's the best part of Italy," the manager said, "it's Italy, but it's also Germany. It's well-kept, it's clean."