Whippany is all anger and absurdity. There have also been blasts from the past, like Terry Fiesta and hanging with Cia, Erica, and Rohini. Welcome changes to the normal routine. John A and Rob W at the JCC provided the latest glow of reminiscence.

The Spirit was stolen and then resurrected in Manayunk. J.P. was kind enough to ride around in a police car with me before riding off into the sunset.

I work here this summer. Bob would appreciate that I hear The Living Years on a daily basis. Standard!

Meanwhile, I'm already fearing next year's thesis, job search and everything that goes along with them. I should make one of those web diagrams to express this. It would be scary and far-reaching. Après août, le déluge.

The business world in flames!