The Column

So the wily shire loving Pub Guru has been evasive the pass few days. Some believe it to be the weather others seem to think he is trying to cover his scandalous tracks. He can run, but there is little chance of hiding, not with the watchful eyes of our spy network lurking around every which way. He was last seen ducking into Penn Station in route to the land of lovers, Virginia. The next sighting was in of all places AC (Atlantic City to those of you who haven't spend five hours grinding out a winning session at one of the many table games). Our spy, who said she had a hard keeping up with him and crew while they scoured the city, spotted SP holding court for a moment at one of Atlantic Cities hot spots. Court was quickly adjourned after a loot robbing spin sacked his three blind mice, three stooges, downtown odd run at the roulette table (three blind mice=34,35,36, three stooges=1,2,3, downtown=last 12 numbers, and odd=all the odd numbers). After having his ass handed to him, the group disappeared into the mix of fortune seeking/college fund dropping/retirement fund losing patrons. Some were getting worried when he wasn't seen traipsing the streets of the West Village for the past few days. However, early this morning a spy caught a glimpse as SP zipped into an advance screening of non-other then the summers most anticipated movie, Star Wars. Our spy waited to see what was on the agenda for the rest of the day, however SP gave him the slip by taking a backdoor exit from the screening facility. So keep your eyes open, he's out there, and we'll work on getting you the rest of the Virginia/AC story.

The Bird Flies the Coop

NY to Boston in a little over 8 1/2 hours, a new Smith family record. A journey of 500 hundred miles starts with my Dad saying he knows a short cut. Luckily it was 7:00 in the morning, so short cut or not, no ones was around to delay our mission to grab Ms. Ally for the BU.


We're here, 3 hours and 40 minutes, including a pit stop in God knows where for a quick breakfast, so quick that when we ordered eggs, that's all we got, no toast, no home fries, nothing, just eggs. Strangest thing I've ever seen, other than the bologna incident of 2002.


There she is, 2 semesters, 3,567 cups of coffee, one sorority rush, a beer or two (riiiight), and countless papers. She emerges one step closer to the enviable release into the real world, but for now her summer digs will suffice(mom's house).


Goodbye dorms, and the little pad they call a mattress.


So how much of this crap should I take home, Dave?


A view from the nest?


Quick picture for sentimental value.


When did Ally get taller than me? Coffee stuns your grow?


3 1/2 hours of sleep and looks who's back at home. Okay, Dave, the picture thing is getting old, I feel sorry for your kids.


I think I'll have a Snapple after the long drive home. We were so busy trying to make record time, we didn't even stop to get drinks.


Mr. Otis





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