2000 August 14 Monday

I sleep like a baby during my flights: Salt Lake City, Phoenix, Atlanta, New York City all in one night.

As predicted, the four days fly. Home is heaven.

When my would-be free summer fades, it will be easier to be away.

I bus from LaGuardia Airport and take a mid-morning tour through the heart of Harlem.

The Greyhound office at Port Authority babysits my big blue bag so I don't need to haul it into the office.

I reach the office by 11.

I'm off at 6, but I stay and play with my new Palm Pilot until 9.