OTAS, you found it

So it was back to reality this week after spending about 10 days in Provincetown. The stories are too long to tell, and what goes on in p-town stays in p-town. I will say this: it was one of the best times in my life. . . relaxing, fun, exciting and – at times – emotional, and all wrapped up in 10 days of Cape Cod. Believe me when I say that someone couldn’t have written a better vacation than what we lived.

As I caught up with New York friends I couldn’t help but feel somewhat homesick for the Big Apple again. I’m seriously considering moving back there sometime in the near future, but we’ll see: I’ve got to find a job.

The only downer of the week was the hurricane. I was down there the week before to discuss the details of helping Terri and Christine start a family and it was, for lack of better words, the Big Easy that it always was. Now I find it hard to believe that same city is the ravaged metropolis seen on the news… shit like this reminds me that there are no guarantees in life. Thank God Christine and Terri are alright, though Terri, being a police officer, is still in the city battling the lawlessness that ensued in the wake of the hurricane. But all things are fine and they are anxious to get home.

And that, as they say, is that.