It was hot this weekend. I’m talking hot. There was sunbathing on the waterfront, lounging in front of the a/c, a rooftop bbq with ridiculous pork chops, a completely miserable Sunday jog, scouring half of Manhattan for rare sci-fi books (yeah, not for me), the A-Team (totally entertaining), and lots of cheddar bunnies. Always lots of cheddar bunnies, guys. Hope all you poppas (and stand-in poppas, as someone out there put it well this weekend) were well-loved on Sunday, like mine.