The Roundup

Welcome to Friday, lads and lassies...Baltimore is cool and gray this morning, kind of like Seattle in early May without the ferries, the mountains, the coffee, the cutting edge technology and the perfectly precious and hip worker bees sheathed in black. I am not nostalgic for the West Coast...No. Not at all. I love the East Coast. Really. It's very genuine. Authentic even. The West Coast is narcissistic. Kind of like that first girlfriend or boyfriend you had. So attractive. So sexy. You gain by association. But then you come to your senses, realize that your parents were right all along and move back East. Common sense comes to all of us at one point or another, doesn't it? My good friends D & F are soon to make a trip to the coast of Oregon. I hate them for this. Two weeks on the Oregon Coast. I told "D" you will not have an easy time coming back. "Who says we're coming back?" came the reply. Who indeed?