Saturday, November 10, 2007


At the Fishkill Courtyard by Marriott, 2AM, 11/10:

Garrick (standing up on his pull-out sofa bed): Daddy, PLEASE stop snoring so much!


It was all just exhausting, and beautiful, and heartbreaking, and we are glad to be home and stuffed to the gills with Chinese take-out. No, it's not on my diet, and tonight I just don't care.

That's me kissing my grandfather's name. More tomorrow.

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