…what you really need is a good talk with a good friend. Thank you Jeff.

I was late to breakfast, but it was alright. We talked for a long time, and when we parted ways I took the opportunity to walk from the diner on 9th and 46th, down to J&R at Park Row. Along the way I stopped for a cigar, sat out on the street and puffed and watched the lunchtime crowds. Eventually I picked up a VGA cord and some dustoff, and mooned at this . Then a train ride home and some rest for my aching feet. The calm glow of good talk and an unhurried afternoon lingers on.