The Coming of Spring


Mrs. Brann and I just returned from a week on St. John, which is quite possibly the most beautiful 20 square miles of beach front property in the US. Spring has been slow in coming to the Bluegrass this year, so the weather down there was a nice change of pace. Most of St. John is a national park, and I can't think of a better way to put our tax dollars to work than maintaining some of the finest beaches in the world. There is even an underwater snorkeling trail, and I can now say from experience that it will take your breath away.

Upon our return, we were able to lose some money during opening weekend at Keeneland. It was cold and overcast, but this just solidified my long standing theory that there is no such thing as a bad day at the races. We even got to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Branic Esq., who were visiting from the Circle City. Sunday I was able to talk them into a trip to Woodford Reserve distillery, my spiritual home (HAHAHA!!!), and I think it's safe to say I've opened two more sets of eyes to the wonders of "America's native spirit."

This week I am back in the Big Apple working on a project for a Dutch company with a big US presence. This project will take me to Chicago next week and Wichita, KS the following week. I can't wait. In addition to being a major hub for airplane manufacturing, Wichita is home to the soon-to-be-famous "Wingnuts" baseball team. I can't make this stuff up.

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