Los Lobos were, of course, great. For their encore, they filled the stage with dancing women from the crowd. You could barely see the band.

This morning we’re going to a sixtieth birthday brunch for a college friend. I’m old.

I just finished reading Everyman by Phillip Roth. I don’t recommend it to anyone my age. Depressing.

Tonight we’re seeing Los Lobos at the Zoo. Should be a great show.

…that some people cannot stand the fact that I am able to navigate through life soley on the basis of my good looks and charm?

We’re taking Lucia down to Ames today. She’s moving into an off campus appartment with three Landscape Arcthitecture students. Them in two weeks we deliver Quinn to the University of Minnesota and we will be alone in the house together. For years I’ve joked about how glad I’ll be to get them both out of the house, but faced with the reality of the situation, I’m starting to feel a little anxiety. I know I’m going to miss them a lot. They’ve grown up to be such vibrant young women.