Tomorrow, I’m going to New York for half business, half pleasure: I’m putting my mom in a nursing home.Kidding – sorry mom. Actually, I’m going for something even more enjoyable: a game at new Yankee Stadium. I can't wait.
I’ll keep writing while I’m there. It’ll be good to have a humid, angry, overcrowded point-of-view for a few days. Talk soon.
(Side note: Inglourious Basterds is gripping and amazing and the best film of the year. See it tonight. I'll write more about it next week.)
