This blog is a collection of what goes through the mind of a father, a husband, a son, a friend, a lawyer (not your lawyer), and a storyteller, all competing for attention in my head.
The golden rule applies here.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
In my neverending quest to get back into fighting shape, we decided to eat out for dinner tonight. We chose James Coney Island because it met my son's strict criteria. 1. It had balloons. 2. It was open. Case closed.