And then there is Len, giving me the look I frequently get from him, usually followed by the phrase, "You're killing me, McBride." But when I'm forced into honesty, I couldn't have done this last show without his help.
And then we have Blake, devoted Blog follower, in a lovely self-portrait.
Boss Man Mike enjoying his post-dinner cigar.One of the best parts of this trip was hanging out in the bar with the guys. Charlie was a little stunned to realize I really don't drink alcohol. He protested considerably at first, but then ordered me a $6.50 Shirley Temple. (Behind him Timmy is "smiling" for the camera as well.)
