3000 Feet over Graceland.

Hey, Merry Christmas, have a great New Year and remember, kids, Big Brother is still watching you! Here I sit on this here jet, clicking away at this lap top, watered down whiskey and coke next to me, and my foil Dan asleep, drooling on his complimentary pillow. What awaits me in the Big Apple? I am still a little hesitant, I mean Dan did rip John Bourne off of thousands of dollars with his credit cards. I wouldn't be surprised if that distinguished gentleman met us at the door armed with a sawed off double barrel shot gun. Well, to quote the great explorer Major Grubert: What was meant to happen will happen. I shall sleep the rest of this trip and try not to worry of such things. Son cosas de la vida.