And last night when I got back to my room, there was a message that a package was waiting for me.
I grumpily made my way back down to the basement to get the package… and discovered that it was a box of flowers, from a wonderful friend of mine who plays the guitar. I was slightly less grumpy.
Now I have a nice bouquet of flowers that I have been carrying around with me in the hotel as I work, showing the world that someone actually likes me…
Perhaps taking a cue from Vancouver, the Brooklyn Borough President has ordered the installation of signs at the Brooklyn borders that say “Leaving Brooklyn… Fugheddaboudit.”
Bravo!
A great night with Sara in Phoenix! Need a dose of optimism? An example of humanity? A good laugh and a loud guitar solo? Try a Sara Hickman album! Visit Sara’s website to learn more about her. Just a quick note [more...]
Here are some of the results of the Style Invitational contest I remarked on a few weeks ago, where contestants were directed to write a line to be secretly inserted into the State of the Union teleprompter in hopes [more...]
