Good old Brown Eyes, my wife Annie, met up with us in San Francisco last week.  She’s a teacher, and needed the break as much as I.  This is at our hotel, The Fountain Grove, in Sonoma County.  Interesting sculpture.  I understand they know something about wine around there too.

Bike shot is after we came down through the mountains on a break-neck, ten-mile run.  Narrow paths over logs and streams with the odd jump thrown in.  My brother’s in the foreground.  He’s a much better mountain-biker than I, damn his eyes.  You should see that dude catch air.

Back to Kansas City soon.  Work awaits.  Have to finish a new book, launch a couple of careers, and complete some projects.  Well, I’m ready.