Thursday, January 26, 2006
General Officers Convention
I drove to Buffalo (about two to two and half hours away) to fly to Indianapolis. Then T-bone (some call him Tim) picked me up. Then we went out to a good ol' dinner with the crew, minus Mario, he got a late flight as usual, that crazy kid and his nine connections and late-delayed flights. Maybe I do not want the West coast next year, I am starting to fall in love with the Northeast.
