10:45 a.m. - April 23, 2004
Heading for the airport in a few minutes, and I promied - under duress - to send Ryan II a postcard. I've never been to Washington, D.C. in the Spring before so I'm looking forward to a late afternoon drive after I'm done with Barbara-the-Editor and the rest of the crew. August 2004 is around the corner and I'm nervous, scared, yet there's a tiny kernel of something intractable that says No problem. No problem, indeed.
I'm off. Oz, the next time I'm in Chicago - November - let's meet up, eh? You never wave back when I signal you from the airplane.
That's a dumb thing to say but I don't care.
Lorster, I received your email but haven't responded (do not laugh). All is well.
Have a great day!