After 21 hours in a van with 4 old men this is what I look like. I’m finally back in Cleveland and despite the excellence of my trip, the city was a sight for sore eyes. I had 12 messages once I got cell reception back, most from my banker and realtor and each more frantic than the last. It is a simple matter of an addendum to the contract to best fit the mortgage, but apparently they weren’t listening when I told them I was going to be out of the country for 10 days. I wish I had one more day to relax before going back to work, but Sunday is filled with fishy laundry, mail piles, ironing, beard-bush-whacking and other organizational flotsam and jetsam. I think I’m going to have to blast Pantera just to keep the blood pumping enough for me to finish.
More pics here.