I Heart Roger Clark

Roger Clark is a little like the Post Office: neither rain, nor snow, nor blackouts, nor human remains in manholes, nor suits/nor ties, nor crabby producers are gonna break him, especially when it comes to food. Think about it. If postal workers got to hang out in the Seventh Avenue Deli as Roger did today, I'm thinking fewer of them would be going, well, postal. And even though Rog was wearing a suit and tie (date night with the wife perhaps?) and reporting on the possible demise of hydrogenated oils in food joints around the city, he had a smile on his face. And you want to know why? Because the trans fat isn't off the menu yet and he was standing in just the right place to "get him some." I've been to the Seventh Avenue deli many a time and it's not exactly a health food joint. As the manager said in not so many words on camera today "if the people want to stick concrete in their arteries, who am I to argue?" I have no doubt that Roger's giddiness (oh how I've missed that laugh) was due to the promise of the Lumberjack Special and a side of fries after the cameras went off. So what if KFC is dropping the trans fat from their menu? They're just hippies. Lard is still alive and well. So put a stick of butter in the mail. Your postman will thank you.