Springtime in New York Doesn't Smell as Sweet

Well, back in New York. Two more weeks and my travels are through! I need the break. Having been gone from friends and family for the past three weeks has been rough...even though I don't have my own bed to sleep in, backslapping and wisecracks are all I need to feel at home. I miss all my pals and look forward to returning to Seattle in about a week to catch up (and pick up my long overdue drycleaning). But what perfect timing to be home in Minneapolis this weekend! I'm looking forward to a fabulous Mother's Day with my mom and Granny Alice May, along with my dad and Lil' Betsy.

A lonely dinner last night at Max's in Buffalo

Yesterday morning I opened up my window shades and saw ten stories below me some picketing protesters marching in front of my hotel and felt like I was at an abortion clinic. When I approached them, the protesters politely gave me shit for patronizing a hotel that wouldn't allow its employees to discuss unionizing. I thanked them for their time and had my lunch across the street at a Chinese buffet.

Rise up against the evil forces of the Rochester Plaza Hotel!

Also this week, I got an email from Adam Bale linking his first feature story on "The Film School" for the Seattle Channel's TV show, CityStream. I was impressed by his ability to use a journalistic voice in his narration and know I'll whip his butt when I get back into the production scene.