I drove down south to heaven....

The song came up on my iTunes list and it's a blast form the past. Thoughts of Amy (old housemate in Hartsdale) and the whole Y2K deal. Unreal, the things that we think and/or fear will happen simply because we are an ignorant species...far too easily satisfied. Speaking of which, Coqui has successfully melded back into Argentina. And if she happens to be reading this (she never comments...hint hint) I hope you siblings are on the road to beating their little illness!

And my old store that I used to manage came up in a search tonight. Aaaah, Mount Kisco. How I miss you sometimes. The 4:30 AM ritual. The turning on of the fireplace. The first shots of espresso, with a smidge of whipped cream. How delightful. That little burst of peace before MetroNorth claimed the rest of my everyday.

OK, had to share that little tidbit of history. Memories!

Nite, kids.