So it's almost midnight on March 9th and I am sitting here, trying to finish this post before I fall asleep on my computer and I hear somebody yell "Fire in the hole!" from the upstairs apartment. I guess who ever it is up there is partaking in a once yearly bender of some sort because we never hear nothing from those guys. So if this post does not get finished because I have to grab my son and jump out our window in my underwear due to an alcohol fueled explosion, you all will have some idea as to who is really to blame....namely the usually sober stockbroker who decided to let it all hang out tonight. Or this morning, just to be clear on all the facts.

This is what you have all been waiting for, a good Trieste picture, one that lets you in on the action. Austin, David and I spent a long time there on Wednesday morning, before we realized that Poppa had a final exam on Thursday (not good!). David took a lot of pictures. I drank an excellent latte. Austin hung out with two of his favorite people, behind the counter, holding up coffee orders for everyone. Yes, my son is that important, thank you very much.