Picking Buster up at the airport

Just got off the phone with Cricket. She said that they had a great visit and that Buster wanted to stay longer. She also told me what a great job I was doing with Buster and what a cool kid he is. Our tone is happy and friendly these days. It wasn't always that way. I can't figure out what I do to women to make them stop loving me. Who knows? I like to think that maybe it isn't about me. Maybe something in their own make up prevents them from. . . . shit. . . who knows. Women. . . can't live with them. . . . can't live with them.

So, I'm off to the airport to pick up my son. He sure will be surprised about the car and all. I've missed him in the week or so that he's been gone. The house has seemed empty. I will be very happy to hear all about his adventures. Evidently, My mom drove down from Cleveland to see him. She took them out to dinner to Mayura, an Indian Restaurant. I used to take Cricket on dates to Mayura when I was Buster's age. It was one of the few places that served underage kids and had good food. I ended up landing a gig there performing table to table magic on the weekends. Swami, the owner and my old friend is still there and was pleased to see the gang. He couldn't believe how big Buster was.

Todd Kearby took him to Haines House of Cards, the magic shop I grew up at and worked at since the age of 12. Wonder if he wow'ed the boys with a few tricks.

Need to get on the road.