WE DID IT!

Walking out of the IBC tonight for the last time, I felt like the guy in the movie who's released from prison, and emerges blinking into the sunlight, unsure of where to go. Strange to think that not only will I never see this place again, It won't even exist. A few photos of closin' time. Note the sign outside the NY Times office, and the one of me, Gary and Jon. (Curly, Larry, and Moe.) Got to see the closing ceremony, which was great 'till Ricky Martin. Flight home Tues. pm, out to see the countryside tomorrow.
Wonder where the Olympics goes?
Into the crate shown.
As Ted Brown used to say: "Put the coffee on, Mama, I'm comin' home."