I went straight to the office from the airport. My flight from New York put me back in Chicago just before noon.

I had spent the weekend with my favorite hobby: listening to the rock bands of Poughkeepsie at various venues. Miss Davis had me out of Chicago within the hour, after I left my wife and her sister on Friday night. It was a very nice turnaround time considering the short notice I had given her.

Some people say that the pop punk sound of southern California is the best thing since sliced bread, and they have the record sale numbers to prove it. I say those people don't...