Found myself in a head-spinning scene while undergoing a medical procedure at a facility deep down in Brooklyn this morning.

I’ll leave out most of the who, what and where because I have to go back for another round of fun and don’t want to jinx the next step but here’s the basic framework:

Report time was 5 AM. F to the Q. The F crawled and stalled all the way from Rosie to Herald Square. That part of it took an hour and I knew I was gonna be late as I watched the colony of rats run amok at 34th while waiting for the Q.

My ten minute tardiness wasn’t held against me when I reached the doc’s but the surgery took way more time and was way more invasive than I expected. I was there for more than five hours.

The Fox News channel appeared on flat-screen televisions in the waiting rooms and even in all the operating rooms. At one point while waiting in between tissue removal and testing for the need to excavate more, a newscaster working the Fox and Friends show narrated a story that included mockery of the concept of consent in a romantic relationship. She giggled about the re-working of a Christmas song to reflect current emphasis on consent. She implied that this was somehow overly PC. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. Later, one of the hosts tossed out the claim that ISIS exists on “streets of American cities.” The Fox host said this to counter the current President’s recent assertion that the US had made progress in the fight on terror. Fox News apparently is not content to revel in Trump’s victory. Watching this morning, it’s clear they can’t resist parting shots as Bam goes out the door.

Those in the waiting area getting the same procedure as me were on average 30 years my senior. Almost everybody was speaking Russian. I had been dropped into a Scared Straight screening. There were wails and groans from rooms as I waited.

I walked out with bandages covering one side of my face and drew curious stares on the street and in the train.

There are lots of great bagel places in this particular Brooklyn neighborhood near the doc’s office so I stopped in the first one en route to the subway and I picked the wrong one. The lox spread on my toasted onion was colored an unnatural bright pink and had very little lox flavor or chunks.

I told the job I couldn’t make it in, went home and tried to go back to bed.

-Times coverage of the tragic Oakland warehouse fire that killed a still unknown number of artists, residents, performers and visitors to the off-the-books DIY space not unlike those seen here has been well measured. Instead of a knee-jerk inclination to point fingers, the Times has done a good job explaining why priced-out people live in buildings with obvious deficiencies. Strict enforcement of government code on such spaces carries with it further displacement. The reporting has indicated the on-site overseer of that Fruitvale warehouse exhibited traits of a cold-hearted jerk. But it’s heartening that the Times at least has demonstrated some wisdom about why people accept risk and discomfort in exchange for a roof overhead – especially when there is a feeling of community and artistic spirit within.

It’s day nine of a 12-day Thanksgiving break and I say hello from Oxford, Wisconsin where my parents have a getaway place on a small lake.

We came up Friday midday and will spend four nights here before I return to New York.

My folks have enlisted a real estate guy to sell their Wisconsin “cabin” which is actually a three-bedroom home that sits in splendid isolation.

I’ve only visited here perhaps ten times since they had the place built some sixteen years ago. It’s an hour north of Madison. Since I don’t drive except in a rare non-highway pinch, it would be impractical to reach alone, so I’ve always been shuttled here either by my parents or my brothers.

This post-Turkey day visit to Oxford will likely be my farewell to the cabin. My parents are unsure how quick it will sell. They’re not at all in a rush to unload it but have reached a life stage that includes initiation of a retreat from responsibilities that may infringe on what could eventually be a more challenging core day-to-day mission.

My personal takeaway memory of the “cabin” will be its quietness and the legitimate feeling while you’re here that you’ve gotten away from it all.

If I wrote novels or had some kind of affliction that would be soothed by fleeing the bustle, it would be a great place to run off to for an extended hiatus.

The lake this place sits on prohibits watercraft with motors and there’s no vehicular traffic to speak of.

Funny now because the silence I spoke of has been broken at the moment by my Dad’s leaf-blower.

We did Thanksgiving day at my brother Tim’s house in Park Ridge. Two 12-pound turkeys served 24 guests. Tim used Weber smokers to cook the birds slathered in a herb/butter rub. Sitting above the coal/wood heat for a little more than three and a half hours, the trick was to maintain a pretty steady 275 F temp throughout. Manipulation of the air vents and a rustling of the coals served that goal and the meat came out pretty tasty. Smoky but not overbearing. Moist.

The other highlight was Cub Fan Dan’s cherry pie. Made the day before, it was bursting with flavor. The filling had vibrant color and perfect texture. The crust was delish.

Ninety minutes after this big extended family gathering had consumed its last piece of pie and last glass of wine, nobody was leaving. It’s as if we were all so full, we couldn’t move. At some point, it felt as if everybody was waiting for someone else to be the first to exit.

Earlier in the week, I saw Julia Steiner’s Ratboys at the Hungry Brain on Belmont near Western. Playing as just a duo (Dave Sagan on electric and Steiner on acoustic), the audience got several new Ratboys songs during the 40 or so minute set. Steiner said the band will return to four-piece status on yet-to-be-announced dates early next year. Steiner’s voice is great in story-telling mode. Happy, whimsical.

My favorite Ratboys number is a Steiner ode to her letter carrier. Named “Postman Song,” it failed to make the playlist on Monday night.

On Thanksgiving eve, I went downtown and had a couple of Detroit-style pizza slices at Union Squared inside the Revival food hall on Clark. Very good.

I also made my maiden visit to Half Acre’s tap room on Lincoln Avenue. Packed with beer fans, I lucked into a seat at the bar and started with a small glass of the Navaja. One of Half Acre’s permanent brews, Navaja is a stiff double IPA, a full 10 on the richter. The description of Navaja in the Half Acre menu is accurate: “Aggressive in nature but soft on the eyes, this bully will befriend you and attack your decision making sectors.”

An adjoining but separate Half Acre space sells merch and take-away brew. I got a big jug of the Space (super tasty IPA with alternating sniffs of caramel and fruitiness) for the turkey day gathering. My brother and I polished off most of it before the guests arrived. We had a rare and enjoyable sipping session while keeping an eye on the smokers.

On Sunday, my parents and I take a ride down to Madison to see the men’s Badgers hoops team.

-A couple things on the Michigan/Ohio State game. First: Francesa said the day Harbaugh was hired that we would get games like this sooner rather than later. Mike guaranteed the rivalry’s rejuvenation the moment Harbaugh was welcomed in Ann Arbor. It’s so nice to have this annual game with the early kickoff mean so much yet again. It was indeed a classic. Both rosters are loaded with future NFL stars. Peppers is a genuine throwback. The Michigan QB Wilton Speight had a bad game but is a talented signal caller/passer with a skill set that would seem to guarantee success at the next level. Shout out of course to Erasmus Hall High in Brooklyn which was the school Curtis Samuel went to before getting the unlikely pitch from Urban Meyer to come to Columbus. The incredible 3rd and long run in double OT by Samuel will be remembered for a long time. What’s disappointing in the wake of how this battle turned out is the fact the Big 10 Conference now insists on an extra game to settle the league’s title. It was silly from the start and this year, especially so. Neither Michigan nor Ohio State will play for the conference championship – and yet both can make a claim for a spot in the four-team national title playoff. Let’s say Wisconsin blows out Penn State in a week, shouldn’t the Badgers get in ahead of Michigan given its distinction as Big 10 champ? Will the league’s alignment and revenue-motivated extra game end up tarnishing its own excellence? Ohio State is safe and in some ways likely happy it can sit out the extra game without harming its drive for the big prize. Michigan may be on the outside looking in although the performance Saturday convinced me they’re worthy of a top-four-in-the-land distinction. We’ll see. But Harbaugh has Michigan back to stay long-term it appears.