Many of you may know who lived at 112 Mercer Street, from 1936 until his death in 1955. The man and I were our for a lovely walk and some delicious frozen yogurt in Princeton Sunday afternoon (just a short drive from here) and I snapped the following two photos for your viewing pleasure. (Camera = my new Palm Pre. Not bad, eh? I like my pic better than the one on the Mercer Hill site.) I didn't see Einstein in person, of course, but you can see him smile about 27 seconds in to this clip.

112 Mercer Street. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall during his weekly meetings with Russell, Gödel and Pauli. Think they ever just drank beer and played cards?

Mercer Street. Lovely.