Away...

We're not on a baseball team.
San Francisco, California - December 2004

And just like that, I'm off. I'm leaving for a week on the road with Daryl and Jay tomorrow morning. A short (long) flight into St. Louis, then a week in the lap of luxury, sipping Mai Tais and being hand-fed grapes with my feet in the sand as we drive through Tennessee, Mississippi, and Louisiana to Texas. Maybe I'll win the $100,000 grand prize and my personalized plate won't get thrown into the fire ("You're dead to us!").

With any luck, Jay's dream will come true and we'll set foot in Arkansas and we'll cross the Lake Pontchatrain bridge to make mine come true. Daryl was unavailable for comment. This is going to be something of a last blast. A looooooooong bachelor party. An excuse to eat barbeque and insist that people are afraid of Jews.

Back on St. Patrick's Day. Arg! Shiver me timbers!

Version 2

Three hundred horsepower AMC.
New York, New York — December 2004

Not the most auspicious start, but after an exhausting day of sitting around and simply being tired even though I managed to get a good eight hours of sleep last night and chronicling the life and times of expensive email server software, this is about all I could muster for now.

I have to say, though, I really like this photo quite a bit. I'm proud of myself for managing to take it, though I know it was, again, just a matter of being in the right place at the right time, and happening to have a camera with me. That's about all there is to the story. For some reason, it seems like a good photo to start something new.

Look into the light.