I have safely arrived in NYC and had surprisingly good transit karma. The bus pulled up just as I walked out from baggage claim. I am going to stop by the apartment long enough to drop off my bag, swap to the tiny computer and kiss Rob, before running off to the theater. My shopping list today includes a newborn baby doll, dinner bell, and a wrestling mat.
Welcome back.
Happy belated-birthday. Welcome to the 40’s. If your net ten are anything like my last nine and a half, you’re in for a wild (but fun!) ride. Dare to be great.
I loved all the reports of Iron Chef: Pear. My wife would have loved it!
Kiss him….but don’t get cooties!