Roaring Good Times
Tuesday, August 27th, 2002Forty-eight hours post my Florida trip and I feel fine. Mark invited me to attend his niece Rachel’s wedding. The 12-hour drive passed quickly (relatively speaking) when a traveling buddy helped you stay awake. Mark and I arrived at his mother’s house around 2:30 A.M. and awoke 9 hours later.
I read that Apple planned Mac […]



