Back in Pasadena. You tend to forget how fantastic the drivers are down here in sunny SoCal. No driving in the fast lane at 55mph. Hell no... not if you want to make it to the next day of working for THE SWISS. This seems to sum up my minion's attitude in the land of lutefisk:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBgIvH0tu6Y

Mama Coleman's birthday today. Got yelled at for getting her some flowers. Blamed it on her grand children. Ha! No more fruity outfits for them from Talbots.

Well, she likes to go to out flamenco dancing and cruising for Armenian men once a year, so I'm off to act as her wing man. C'est la guerre.

Bahooka tomorrow. Thank God. Best place on the planet Earth. Should involve Moran, Lewis, & Peterson. Brain Trust:
http://www.geocities.com/bahookarestaurant/welcome.htm

The Baron Returns...

I find it increasingly difficult to manage The Ballard. Much like Afghanistan, it continues to be a cake walk managing the lowlands, however, the second I take my family into the wilderness of Phinney Ridge things change... The tribal areas are ruled, sporadically, by the Adams clan and security controlled through the Emmens. I brought along my new ministers of commerce and foreign affairs (pictured above). Frankly, I don't remember which is which.

Last night saw near death by pork products, projectile vomiting and every child crying at some point. Fantastic evening, but relatively normal for this time of year.

In Pasadena checking on the crops. Back soon.