Oh What a World...

This is being in good spirits: getting up on a Sunday morning, having coffee with an old friend and mentor (old as in from the past, not old as in on in years... I don't wish to offend...), waxing poetic on perspective and growth and personal space and subways and tourist attractions and the road behind us, grabbing two cream-cheese-laden bagels and schlepping back home on a gorgeous yet frigid New York winter mid-day, listening to a little Rufus and thinking about how far you've come.

I have turned off the TV and declared today "Get Out and Know You're Alive in New York" Day.  Please celebrate accordingly.

Even if you're not in NY, it's okay.  It's the knowing you're alive part that's important.

Cue the tubas...