A nip, a tuck and a bit of Botox but we’re still lim­ber and miles away from Upper East Side Chanel.  We’ve redesigned, rebranded and in the next few months will be tak­ing on a fresh direc­tion by offer­ing tales of unique, chal­leng­ing and inven­tive living.

So stick with us and we’ll trek on together.

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We returned to a rude awak­en­ing end­ing our end­less sum­mer and imme­di­ately embarked upon our hol­i­day go-sees.  We pro­ceeded to then whore our­selves up & down from Toronto to Pompano.

High­lights of the return: reunit­ing with fam­ily and friends; meet­ing a sweet lit­tle peanut of a niece; ringin’ in the new year at our start­ing line, Ulysses; get­ting to know your FL neigh­bors and a strict senior’s evening sched­ule of 7pm Jeop­ardy, 7:30 Wheel of For­tune, 8pm Olber­mann, 9pm Mad­dow, 10pm Olber­mann repeat unless it’s Thurs­day then Mar­riage Ref or Fri­day then Bill Maher, 11pm Jon Stew­art, 11:30 Col­bert Report or Leno, 12:30am Clap off.  Wake up, repeat.

Not a high­light: the “unsea­son­able weather” was get­tin’ real old.

Alto­gether com­ing back home has been an emo­tional mix as can be expected.  Like for instance, fret­ting the pos­si­ble loss of some gained per­spec­tive and insight, work­ing dili­gently to retain some oth­ers, re-establishing a NYC edge, fig­ur­ing out what in the hell a FL one would be and reg­u­lat­ing a topsy-turvy stressed-out dis­com­bob­u­lated diges­tive system.

But it was an incred­i­ble jour­ney and worth every sin­gle drop of even the pain of Jun­gle Train.

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