Good. Not so plenty.

Buffalo remains a very old-school Catholic town, and so Good Friday is a much bigger deal here than I ever remember it being growing up, or in my years in Rochester. Many offices, and some courts/clerks, close or at least close early for the day; and as I drove into North Buffalo this afternoon to meet a client I could not meet at a closed office, I passed a half-dozen different parishes, from SS. Peter and Paul to St. John the Baptist in Kenmore, all with full throngs risking alternate-side parking tickets in the middle of the day.

Even the booming Easter candy business slows to a crucifixion procession of a crawl.    This town goes major gaga over chocolate for this holiday, with candy shops doing their biggest business of the year and a local manufacturer renting storefronts to pass out the bunnies. Most of them have employees in pastel Easter Bunny costumes who ply the sidewalks out in front of these stores, stylin' for the passing traffic. (I first encountered one of these in law school and almost got into a car accident when a driver was distracted by her "LOOK MOMMY!" toddler and almost plowed into me.)

Today, the Niagara Candy outlet closest to us was open, but Bunnykins was missing. Several others in my travels were out and about despite the gloom and doom of today's observance, and toward the end of the day, I got riffing at my bank about a hypothetical throwdown between the dueling rabbits of Niagara Candy and Sweet Jenny's:

Yo Jennufuh! Your chocolate eggs taste like pellets!

Hey Viagra Candy! Yo momma multiplies like rabbits- with me!

It's gonna be so much more fun in hell, yaknow....