22 Dec 1997 
 
And so, gentle readers, my time in New York for this year draws to a  
close.  God and Amtrak allowing, I will be home within 25 hours.   
 
As to who has won my token stuff -- Randal Wilson, who had the best  
kiss-up letter I've ever seen.  I've got a couple of CDs for you Randal --  
let's get together at Bali Hai or something.... 
 
No more to speak of.  New York is starting to be spooky -- when I walked  
out the door this morning about 7:30, there was almost noone on the  
streets -- walking, biking, jogging, roller-blading, or trying to hit  
those doing so.  It was like a Sunday morning.  New York without people is  
creepy. 
 
My only resolution for the New Year is to keep the physique I've developed  
from rowing (not _too_ much different from my old one, really, but I like  
my little mice in my arms...).  I've quit rowing, but I had had fun while  
I was doing it.  I think that when I'm rich, I'll buy me a rowing shell.   
Single or double sculls, I don't know.  It depends if I can convince  
Disco Stu.... 
 
So pop the corks Raleigh -- one of your many children is coming home....