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Greeting from Miami. Yesterday was a hell of a travel day that included a 4 a.m. wake-up call and Crazy Nephew #1 slugging a security officer a EWR, but it was all worth it to be in the lovely weather here.

On the flight, we sat next to a 13-year-old kid from Stony Point named Josh who was traveling solo to visit his grandparents. This cat was a pisser and there was a lot of fantastic banter, covering everything from the chances Cheney would be indicted on involuntary manslaughter charges to recent episodes of South Park. He was wearing a Yankees hat and I tried to show him the error of his ways, but he wasn't having it. Great kid, though.

Tomorrow we depart for a seven-day cruise, where my only priorities are going to be relaxing, tanning, reading, eating and enjoying cocktails. So unless Brett Favre calls me personally to tell me he's retiring, I don't think there will be much posting until the end of the month. However, upon our return to land we're heading to Daytona right around Bike Week, and I can only imagine there will be some good stories. So you have that to look forward to.