So, today I go to my seamster (well, he's not a seamstress and alterer sounds like he does castrations). There's no parking except right out front in the no parking zone. I leave my emergency lights blinking, because if I get towed, that's exactly what it would be and run in. There's only one try on room and it's occupied -- by a woman who's talking on her cell phone. She's talking about how she's getting her dress altered. I can feel my blood pressure rising as I wait... and wait... and wait. Finally, little miss all important comes out in a rather unimaginatve gown and settles herself in front of the mirror. Finally. Now, we can get going here. Only... she doesn't know how long she wants the thing. She and the ever patient Mr. Lai try out various lengths, but the poor dear just can't make up her mind. Finally, she turns to me.
"Do you have an opinion?" She asks. Do I ever. But, to my credit, I simply reply with my own query.
"That depends on what you're wearing it to."
"The Grammys" she replies with a smirk. You might think that was the last straw. In fact, it was only the penultimate one. The last straw occured a spit second later as I spied a tow truck lumbering down the lane toward my unsuspecting Saab. So, you'll understand that, as I ran out the door, I gave the only appropriate response possible under the circumstances: "You're wearing THAT to the Grammys?"

Yes, we're back home, but I thought I would leave you for now, with a picture of how our bus looked after traversing the "roads" in Alaska. I'm sorry (and sufficiently chastised by many of you) that I have been neglecting the blog. But, I have good reason -- working diligently on a book proposal for a bus memoir. For now, here's a link to some press our trip is already getting. pn.psychiatryonline.org/cgi/content/full/41/1/11 And, have no fear! There may very well be a new blog acomin': Tim, ever tiring of how (his perception) I portray him in the blog as, "an idiot" (his perception, again)will likely be pushed over the edge by this post's picture and may finally, as I have often retorted, "get your own blog!"