Starting Down the Road...

After a beautiful honeymoon all over Europe (Barcelona, Venice, London, Paris), I have re-entered the "real world" with the requisite meetings, bills, gardening, and handiwork. Wendy started a new job, that just happens to be local (lucky me!), and we were left pondering the next big decision as a couple - how to survive with one car?

I hate to admit this, but we are an all-American couple. Meaning, one car for every driving-age adult (that seems to be the rule - check out traffic during rush hour!). That left us one car short for daily commutes. After briefly considering some non-American options (ie. carpooling or ride-sharing), we indulged in the trip down to the local car dealership.

What did we find? First, that a car-buying experience can actually be fun! First, we interacted with a chilled-out sales person. Second, we got a chance to test drive. Third, we got a great deal - and without painful haggling. We even got the interest change lowered just by asking (thanks Sun!).

So, an afternoon of test-driving, haggling, paperwork, and signatures, Wendy & I were starting down the road to a two-car life. And in case you are wondering, it is a Tango Red (yippee!) 2007 Honda CR-V EX, all-wheel drive, Wendy now standard option for me.

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Everyday Love Poem to my Wife

Over a year of marriage carries Happiness, love, and sometimes cranberries But eventually the pace slows down, Work intrudes, some days a frown And suddenly the world has changed. What we must do is simply rearrange The days so that other things fit neatly In their own places, and move on sweetly To the beauties of the everyday together. Because there is love everywhere, wherever You shall be - and perhaps also Rosie - This is a good thing naturally, So good to state it thus and remember That only frigid mornings in November Can keep us apart, but only so long As the work day lasts because so strong Is our pact that I worry not a wink - Your loveliness is worth so much, I think.

Sitting in a NYC Taxicab

I was whirring up Park Avenue for a meeting at the Waldorf Astoria (oh, how posh!) when I pulled out my cameraphone to snap a picture uniquely indicative of New York City. Something representative without being overdone (easier said that done!). Something relatable to almost anyone that has been to this wonderful city. Something easy to recognize. Something difficult to forget. Sitting in a NYC taxicab, it was apparent where the shutter would point itself. Of all the places that I have been in Manhattan through the years, none have been so welcoming and iconic as the backseat of those yellow beacons of light after a bender of a night. An United Nations of drivers mans these vehicles, representative of the dream that the United States has often been for the fortunate, displaced, and ambitious - not that disillusionment did not follow when finding the cab as an occupation hopeful for a better future. Regardless, the taxicab is often friend, sometimes foe - and sometimes the instigator of...

Muggles...

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