Okay, enough time sitting on the sidelines and watching the parade. It's time to stick the foot out and trip someone. Seriously, it is amazing how a great vacation can clear up your head. Pookie and I spent two weeks in France (yes, that place, home of the "Great Satan", a place that I love). We spent time in Figeac, Albi, Carcassonne, Bordeaux, Mont St. Michel, Rouen and Paris. As much as I love the United States (and trust me, I do... I get all teary-eyed when I hear the "Star Spangled Banner"), there are just some things that you cannot do and cannot get here... like foie gras that doesn't taste like liverworst, or go to a piano recital in a 12th century church). And I just HAVE to have some admiration for a country whose productivity exceeds that of the United States while working a 35 hour week, taking two hour lunches, and getting a month of vacation!
But now I'm back and promise to write you all much more regularly.
Mike
