Isn't that how all those Hollywood types talk? "I just flew in from the Coast." As if there was only one.

He arrived late last night and I picked him up at BWI. So now I have both of my youngest sons here. We sat around this evening watching his choice of TV ... a documentary about Beyonce ... and eating Patrick's homemade bread.

I must admit, I ate too much of it. It is soooo good. That Patrick is a chip off the old block. The first week of April, Patrick and I will be driving to LA with a load of surplus furniture from storage for Mike. While I am there, I am going to run the Hollywood Half down Hollywood Blvd. Mike claims that he is running so I invited him to join me.

"How far is a half?"
13.1 miles.
"Without a car? In California?"
That's the idea.
"And who's gonna be chasing you. 'Cuz that the only reason why I would run 13 miles."
All them young movie starlets.
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Have you ever seen someone pass an entire grilled cheese sandwich through his nose?

Did I say something funny?