Maybe not the greatest thing to post above the premiere of the brilliantest podshow ever, but one cannot escape heritage, a sense of humor, and Roberto's particular brand of egging on. Needless to say, we made spectacles of ourselves in the middle of Little Havana on a late Wednesday night.
I am forgoing posting the most beautiful Confirmandi in the whole world to please the Missing One, who by all counts should be in the picture, too. As Prufrock says, "In a minute there is time" because the old geezer has been dead for at least 10 months, so the announcement will be coming forthright and we'll find ourselves embroiled in the Road Trip of the Century.
Until then....
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I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
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