May the gods be praised...

For any of you who may have spent a couple of sleepless nights wondering if Tom made it onto his homebound plane from Tampa Saturday morning, get ready for a good night's sleep at last.

Our boy DID make it! As you recall from my earlier post, he'd spent a couple of hours on the phone with me until about 2:30 a.m. in his drunken state, but needed to get up at 4:30 in order to get to the airport in time to catch his flight home.

Well, Tom wisely did what any rationally thinking person would do in the same situation. He simply didn't go to bed! Instead he joined a few of his fellow convention-goers in the hotel hot tub for more drinking and merriment.

I congratulate you Tom! That's using your head. Please take a bow, Tom! Go ahead....a DEEP bow!