
We are just back from our whirlwind tour of the Northeast, colleges, Universitys and relatives. It was a little dodgy getting home, a lot of flights were canceled the day before but we were one of the lucky ones and after sitting on the plane for 6 hours we made it back to Houston safe and sound.
I am going to work backwards in recounting out trip. Our last night was spent with the NJ Police and Sprinkler mafia. We all had to brave blowing snow, unploughed streets and constant threat of the greater tri-state auto drivers and kamikaze squads
Having all wise guys and gals in one place, I couldn't help but ask, as I was snapping this picture, "who here knew anything about where I could find Jimmy Hoffa?" As you can see, this is one well connected bunch, all except the two gentlemen on the left (Keith and Zack) who answered with the number "2". Frannie (the ringleader of this particular event) muttered something about a list and flashed a sign with Patty and Stu's name on it.