My short, 2-mile jog this morning nearly killed me. It's incredible how much a weekend of drinking and smoking can set me back (welcome to my 30s?). My weekend in Boston with the Js was a great one, though, so I’m glad to be huffing and puffing and hacking.

Here we are in 1991 or 1992-- John, Me.



And here we are last weekend, Boston 2002, Judy, John, Me.


A hearty congratulations to BOB, for his triathlon success.