I am elated not only to again be unexpectedly ashore, but to relate some excellent news: my best friend from home, referred to here as "RB," got the job he sought! He'll soon be a member of the Genius Bar at the Apple store at Roosevelt Field. I am so excited for him that he'll soon be pursuing something for which he has a true passion. It won't be soon until I am similarly engaged (NOT in the marital sense).
Last night, the football scores from the majority of Week 1 came in. While I was already aware of the Giants' victory, the news of an injury to Tom Brady was new. And as I've been sitting here, the Patriots passed the official word on Tom Brady...he's done! For the season, that is. This impacts Big Blue not at all, unless there's a rematch of last year's Super Bowl. But a lot of people are responding to this development as Rick James might - as in, "it's a celebration, bitch!" I consider myself fortunate to be removed from New England at this particular juncture, as the sports pages and sports radio would undoubtedly be filled with the processing of the anguish associated with Brady's unexpected departure from the field of play.
The smiling continues as we proceed further into this evening, having just gotten off the phone with my mother. We had a great conversation, on a level not seen since I called her on the heels of the Giants' Super Bowl victory. Both my parents are doing great. My brother is doing great. Can't argue with that.
Until the next time we meet, wherever it may be...