Jimmy says Hi.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Straight Intta Little Compton ....
Ok, the part about buying the BMW and driving back was a joke. The BMW will be driven only as far as Medfield, and then to Little Compton, Rhode Island. Little Compton bears no resmblance to it's larger namesake in Southern California. Contrary to popular belief, NWA never recorded a rap song entitled "Straight Outta Little Compton".
Jimmy says Hi.
Jimmy says Hi.
Friday, January 5, 2007
Change in plans ....
Boston at last ....
Boston at last
And the plane's touching down
The hostess is handing the hot towels around
From the terminal gate
To the black limosine
It's a ten-minute ride to the Holiday Inn
Ok, there were no hot towels and I'm not at the Holiday Inn, but the plane did touch down with a minimum of incident. A bit of turbulence (not too much) over the Great Lakes. Pauls' house is like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine. Lots of space. Big yard. Even has one dog and one cat. The dog is taking a nap at my feet as I type. The cat tried to climb up on my lap but forgot that her claws hurt real bad on bare skin. A lot of you have written in requesting pictures. I'm working on them as we speak so please be patient. I'm off to do whatever it is I'm doing. I'll keep you posted.
And the plane's touching down
The hostess is handing the hot towels around
From the terminal gate
To the black limosine
It's a ten-minute ride to the Holiday Inn
Ok, there were no hot towels and I'm not at the Holiday Inn, but the plane did touch down with a minimum of incident. A bit of turbulence (not too much) over the Great Lakes. Pauls' house is like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine. Lots of space. Big yard. Even has one dog and one cat. The dog is taking a nap at my feet as I type. The cat tried to climb up on my lap but forgot that her claws hurt real bad on bare skin. A lot of you have written in requesting pictures. I'm working on them as we speak so please be patient. I'm off to do whatever it is I'm doing. I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Why would anyone read this blog?
Ok, I'm packing now. I'll be taking BART to the airport. Geez, blogging is just like half the cellphone conversations I overhear in public. "...ok, I'm half a block away...I'm walking down Market St.... where are you?" Or the typical BART cellphone conversation "...I'm at Oakland West .... Uh Huh ..in about 25 minutes ... Uh Huh ... quart of milk?... Ok, loaf of bread? Ok... Bye".
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Flying again after 8+ years on the ground
Mom's 80th birthday is Sunday, Jan 7. My flight leaves at 3:10 PM tomorrow. That leaves a good 18 hours to worry about what could possibly go wrong. Well, if Patrick can jump out of an airplane, I sure as hell can just get on one. The unlimited beverage service in business class might help.
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