The last train . . .


In the city the other night for some meetings, and I made the mistake of missing the next to last train home. Which meant I had to wait for the last train . . . two hours and forty minutes later.

Ouch.

Only one thing to do - pull out a cigar and the cell phone, and call everyone I know on the West Coast.

I didn't quite get through the entire list before it was time to go. If I missed you, sorry - I'll get you next week, probably.