Friends, every so often the well goes dry. Or rather, the well still has water in it, but another client is thirsty. Or it’s time for vacation. Or something. Anyway, that’s me, today — all three. I have a big project that must go into rubber-burning mode, we’re leaving town for a few days, and honestly, I feel a bit empty of things to say, other than the usual repetition, old stories and snark.
So it’s off to NYC with the fam, and I’m leaving the laptop behind. E-mail might be a possibility, but don’t count on it. If you need to reach me, call me on my cell. If I know you, you already have the number.
We’re not leaving until tomorrow, so I’ll be e-mailable until late tonight.
People have been asking all week: What’s your agenda? Good lord, it’s New York — you don’t need one. You just walk out of the subway and let the wind fill your sails. But seeing as how we’ll have a kid in tow, I expect the agenda will have at least some of the stuff only tourists do — Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, “Hairspray.” I also hope to have a drink with young Zach; now that he’s a tycoon, he can pick up the check. Kate is hoping we catch the Cash Cab. Alan will amble along with us, thinking his thoughts, as is his habit. I’m just hoping we avoid al Qaeda’s Summer o’ Terror Tour. Also, Northwest Airlines’ Summer o’ Five-Hour Runway Delays.
So that’s it. Back Tuesday.