Born Yesterday


Life is weird.

Leading up to the Vegas trip I had talked myself into really craving the warm weather.

When I stepped off the plane late last night and walked outside the freezing air hit me in the face and I thought:

Thank God, I'm home.


Now don't get me wrong...I enjoyed going outside in shorts and a tee-shirt.

I enjoyed being around the excitement and craziness that is Vegas.

I really enjoyed making a speech in front of a packed room and having them all leave that room talking about me.

As I told one of my co-worker buddies from Syracuse:

"I didn't come here to make the second best speech."

I had jet-lag really bad.

I woke at about 2:30 for the 7 a.m. conference and then stayed out until 1:00 the following morning.

I'm 50!

I can't do that anymore!!

There were steaks.

Three of them.

One better than the last.

And then there was the frozen air hitting me in the face.

A lot of the people I met said:

"You're from Buffalo?"

Then they'd ask:

"How can you live there?"

We'd laugh, but what I should have said was:

"Very comfortably."

Sometimes it seems like we're born yesterday.

Never in quite the right place to feel content.

Our minds wander to faraway lands.

It's good to be home.

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