Touchdown

It's kind of a play on words with two meanings.

1. My plane will touch down at JFK at approximately noon on Monday September 10. The itch is being scratched again because my plane has an awfully short layover in Milan. Hmmmm...I've never been to Milan...Do I leave the airport and walk around a bit? Nahhh. Time to go back somewhere I can understand everyone even if they have no idea what I'm saying sometimes. First I will be visiting another fallen homie in London.

2. My return coincidentally is at the beginning of the football season. Cal games, while not always easy to find on the east coast, do exist. If anyone happens to live in, say, Brooklyn and enjoys watching football, maybe we will be in touch? But if I move to the Best Coast, it's all the Strawberry Hill I can handle. I'm hopping the fence like Woodstock if I have to, baby.

Sidebar: There is this picture of Vlad Putin going around that I guess is making the Russian girls giggle and it goes a little something like this:

http://www.siberianlight.net/2007/08/14/putin-goes-fishing/

Comrade is kinda burly. He would kick Bush's ass all over the Oval office if it came down to it. But he better not bring that attitude over to Cali.