It’s been a week since my satifying experience on the west coast at Dan O’Day’s “Summit”. Friend Bob Souer and I took the overnight flight out of Los Angeles, and I’ve told people it was my first experience with a “Red Eye”…at least, the first one involving an airplane.
But over the past week, and especially this weekened, I’m beginning to wonder: at what point do I have to stop blaming the red-eye…and admit that I’m just a tired out old man.
— over and (yawn) out —
