Monday. Bloody Early Monday.

We had a plane to catch. Departing Columbus at 6:35 for La Guardia. Arrive 90 min before.

There isn't much traffic.

I think we both slept through most of the flight.

We caught a taxi and traveled out to Brooklyn to Lance and Karina's (and Max's and Karina's mom's) flat. There, we dropped our bags. We didn't have too much time to fill in the city, so we collected information at the tourist bureau and then just wandered. Our Monday night date was with Carolyn, John, and Dakota in Upper Montclair, New Jersey.

Carolyn picked us up and took us to Dakota's softball game. Unfortunately, Dakota had received a concussion the day before while playing field hockey- a fact that did not make her soft ball coach very happy. So, we didn't get to see her play. We did get to meet the team "mascot", Ed, and his special friend, Flip. Carolyn introduced us as coming from Australia and Ed informed us that that was the home of Dory from "Finding Nemo". And, he had Dory with him. This man has a thing for high school women's sports and animals with fins.

Interesting.


It was so good to visit with Carolyn and John, again. The last time I saw them Dakota was still in a stroller. I don't know where the time has gone.

You're probably surprised that a visit of this magnitude would have a minimal photographic record. That is because it was while I was in NJ that I determined that my digital camera was very, very ill. It has been possessed by some sort of battery vampire. A new pair of Duracell AA batteries will take a few photos- but if you close the camera and hope to take some more later- you will be met with two very, very dead batteries.

Ann is not pleased.