I see the correct # of the marathoner in the photo: 1107, not 1104. That tells me that my memory is only good for about 3 minutes. (sigh)
More snow, still pretty cold. Off to Syr. Stage at 3 to see "Intimate Apparel" and then out to an African dinner.
Glad the Olympics are almost over; I watched more than I thought I would and most were disappointing. Bode might want to change his name to Bobo.
2 more weeks til we take off for Phoenix where it's 75 degrees and sunny. By the time we adjust, it'll be time to come home - on the 19th.
I have my card that tells airport security that I have a metal hip, but I've heard that some folks get hassled anyway.
That's all for now - happy Mardi Gras. We're supposed to eat pancakes that day so I may hang out at my favorite diner, Ruston's. for b'fast. addio, nance
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