I remember is the 70’s when all of us wanted to go to California. Beaches, sand, sun, girls and more were there. At 17, Jon Newmark, Dave Vidrick, Julie and I headed out on a road trip in a van for San Diego. It was everything we thought it would be and more, what fun. I remember we made it to I-70 and Colfax before we broke down. Eventually we did make it though. Then in the late 70’s I moved to Ocean Beach, a suburb of San Diego, it too was fun. Sometime in the decades in between, it all turned to shit. Now I dread going there, even for an overnight meeting. Anyhow off I go to Santa Rosa up by Napa. My flight is around noon and I land at 1 or so in San Francisco and will head straight up into wine country. I should be home by 7 pm tomorrow night. At least I’m in First Class. I really try not to fly Coach anymore if I can help it.
I need to get moving so I can take Harley to daycare and get back to take the boys to school. Lori will be off to work and Jag has no practice today, thankfully. Tomorrow he has a 6:30 am practice which Lori will need to get him to. Both boys have lots of studying to do as finals start next week. Jag went to dinner last night with Emma and her family. They picked him up around 6 and he was home by 8. They like him of course. I think we’ll invite them on our sleigh ride on the 22nd. We rented a horse drawn sleigh that holds like 18 people and they also serve us a cowboy dinner out at 4 Eagle Ranch complete with a fire and s’mores! Should be fun!
That’s it, time to run, have a great day, be safe and God Bless.