Woke up this morning to four inches of snow and the usual mess that creates in New York City. But school wasn't cancelled, even for three-year olds, so my wife, Lisa, and I trundled off, with Cowboy Luke in his preferred perch, on my shoulders.
It was beautiful out — huge wet flakes, falling thick as the snow in one of those shake-up novelty globes containing a winter scene. . . We tried to get the bus at Amsterdam, and realized after we got aboard that the driver couldn't drive in the snow and ice - she didn't have a clue. So we got off and took the No. 1 train. Thank God for the subway!
Anyway, I'm in the office now and looking at the massive job of transferring my entire professional life (as well as a good deal of my personal one) onto a new computer. And I'm talking Mac to PC, meaning that all email folders, contacts, etc. etc. must be somehow saved, stored on the server, then dragged off and somehow installed on my PC machine.
Wish me luck. No serious blogging until next week, but I promise you good stuff on Maria Sharapova via Robert Lansdorp, we'll take a close look at the upheaveals occuring Down Under, the International Tennis Writers Association's players-of-the-year, the sorry state of the ATP (among other things) - and more!
Looking ahead, I'm thinking of trying something a little different as the year-end wrap — naming the best , funniest, most surprising, strangest, saddest, most perturbing story of the year. Do you all think this will work? Feel free to email me via the Contact tab above, or simply use the Comment bar below to suggest categories of sorts. Then you can weigh in on my posts to your heart's content!