Well, here it is. My car is halfway back to Arkansas (and probably wishes he were back in DC, given that there was a shootout in the parking lot of my mom's hotel at 4 AM), my suitcases are packed, and the administrative work is almost done. All that's left are the goodbyes and a few additional hair-pulling moments of frustration. Ah well, what can you do?
I'll see you from New York!