So Much To Do, So Little Time

I am running late. I almost blew this off, but I didn't want to disappoint the six or seven loyal readers of these ramblings. Plus, if I miss one, my Cal Ripken like streak would be over, and I'd have to listen to my friend "Mike" give me a hard time. I don't think he understands my busy schedule. Sure he's got a full time job and new born twins at home, but my TiVo is backed up. I'm leaving in a minute for Des Moines. Go ahead and make your own Filed of Dreams reference, I don't have time.

"Daughter" had a hard time with me leaving again. She gets used to having me here, and when I hit a busy patch and go on the road for awhile, she doesn't like it. If I may get all maudlin for a second, nothing breaks your heart faster than seeing your kid sad. There...that's said and now we can get back to the reality of things. We miss each other when I'm gone, but by next Wednesday, she'll be praying for my next trip. I"m sure that's not true, but sometimes I exaggerate for the sake of humor. She seems to get older every time I'm gone and in all seriousness, it makes me a little sad to see her growing up so fast.

On a lighter note. How 'bout all the agents getting gassed on "24" last night? I can't say enough how much I love that show. OK, I'll say it one more time. I love that show. Jack is the man! I jumped out of my seat when he shot that woman in the leg. Then he made it OK by saying he had shot her above the knee so she'd still be able to walk. Jack is nothing if not thoughtful. I misted up a little when Edgar died. Don't mock me, Jack did too. If Jack can have a sensitive side, so can I.

I'm off to Iowa. If you're in the area, I'll be at the Funny Bone in Urbandale through Sunday. Later...Brian