Don’t tell my cardiologist, but I just returned from two consecutive meat dinners filled with bloggers (around the table, not on it) — the second of which was a Brazilian churrascaria. I hoofed it back to my hotel to do what little I could to walk it off.
Happiest faces on the streets of New York tonight — the police. One word explanation for this — overtime. Last ones to leave the demonstration — the Falun Gong again. Go figure. The bad news — I’m told Internet at the convention are dodgy. Please be patient. Hasta pronto!