My Other Vehicle is the Mahayana

Although word on the street is that the King looked very kingly, and the Queen looked beautiful in her Tiara, no royal markings were etched during our man's brief audience with the Majesties and Excellencies. Alas. Not for lack of karmic efforts, though. And I did slip into work yesterday morning to an email from Anna and a touching little photo of young Ms. Tyra. So in a sense, the occasion did succeed in our getting back in touch and perhaps that was meant as its overall point.

Still would have been absurd to get the signature. Oh well. Let's hope I fare better with Yogi Berra. All of a sudden I find myself brimming with excitement for the planned excursion next weekend to Broadway, MSG, and an old friend's marriage in Tarrytown. Open bar, baby.