Andrew and I forayed into Lexington Market the other day. He picked up his weekly ration of whiskey chicken with shrimp fried rice, fried chicken, and orange cake, while I gawked around looking at various extremities of pigs and cows - tails, toes, and a penis we think. It looked different than the tails. Lots of chitlins too. Walking back, we wandered into a mostly abandoned bank building turned Islamic Center with about 10 men praying. The walls were falling down, carpet ripped up, bare bulbs. Couldn't take pictures without confrontation. Gratuitous Earl Photos and M with Wings.