At the dinner in Chicago last night, the last song the group sang was American Pie, the salute to the passing of Buddy Holly in a tragic plane crash -- "the day the music died." Directly after the dinner, we left to board .... a very, very small plane to NYC... like Buddy Holly size, and not too shiny either. As my colleague Jeff said, "They had to change the rubber band and feed the monkey before we could take off."
Fortunately I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately anyway. Apparently we made it.
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Keith,
I think you're way too adorable! I'm glad you got some rest! I always wondered when this hard working man ever sleeps!
-Sana