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March 15, 2005

Adventures In Homeland Security / Homestretch, U.S.A.

DAY 502 (Part 1; 501 days since last U.S.A. entry): Although the category for this Blog entry is "U.S.A.", our story begins in Toronto, Canada, which is okay I guess, considering it was there that I had to clear U.S. Immigration and Customs formalities before my "domestic" connecting flight into the States. As much as Canadians hate to hear it, Toronto is pretty much an American city anyway (just with funny accents); in fact, it's the ranked the second busiest American port of entry (after Miami) by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security.

I had just about an hour to switch terminals, get my bags, and clear U.S. entry formalities, a process I had long-dreaded -- as a matter of fact, I intentionally went from Indonesia to Singapore to Canada first, to decrease my chances of being a suspected terrorist flying directly from Muslim Jakarta with a beat-up U.S. passport that had already been suspected of being fake in Argentina and Egypt. As everyone knows, airport security has been tight ever since Nine Eleven, and even the night before when I boarded the Vancouver-to-Toronto flight, I was detained at the security check.

"He has a clamp in his bag," one Canadian security officer said to another.

"Okay, show me the clamp," I was instructed, at the table next to the metal detector gate where my electronics were soon swabbed for explosive material. I did as I was told and revealed the harmless "iClamp" that squeezed the side of my iBook together so the screen wouldn't dim due to a faulty logic board.

"You can't bring this. It's a tool," the officer said.

"But I need it to use my computer," I argued. "Here, I'll show you."

He wouldn't let me demonstrate. "You have to send it or check it in."

"Oh, but I was going to work on my computer on the plane."

The other officer came over. "You can check it in with another bag. Or you can put it in storage."

"Can I?"

"Yeah, you can store it. When are you coming back?"

"I'm not. I'm an American going back home."

"It's a dollar a day here."

"Huh? Oh, I thought you meant storage on the plane."


What the hell is going on? I thought. National security is threatened by a 50-cent clamp I bought in India? There aren't any sharp edges! It's not like I have a bomb; it's not like I want to blow up the plane. Wait, can I even say "bomb" at an airport? Sure I can, I'm just thinking this in italics. Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb ba bomb! Wait, are they going to arrest me now?

All the commotion was holding up the line and the supervisor came over to see what the problem was. "[What's the problem here?]"

"He has this."

"Just take it on board," the supervisor said under her breath. "But don't bring it out on the plane."


"KEEPING AMERICA'S DOORS OPEN AND OUR NATION SECURE," was the slogan for the US-VISIT program on a sign posted by the U.S. immigration counters in Toronto. I got on line with my bags by my feet, passport and boarding pass in hand, and waited behind the line until it was my turn. Also with me was my immigration form with very limited space on "Countries visited." I just put the last four.

"How long have you been away?" the officer asked.

"Sixteen months. Well, sixteen and a half."

"What have you been doing?"

"Just backpacking around... and I'm finally home. Well, Canada."

He was a good-natured fellow and went through standard procedure of swiping my passport through the reader and pushing a bunch of buttons on a computer. Looks like it's gonna be easier than I thought. Being American with an American passport does have its advantages sometimes. Alright, U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S-- wait a minute, why's he putting my passport in a folder?

"Take this and go through the door on the right."


The U.S. interrogation office was a sterile and boring looking place -- think hospital meets DMV without the long lines -- and it was there I was led to a counter manned by one Officer Mektar (sp?) who continued to question me on my supposed return to the States.

"How long have you been away?" he asked.

"Sixteen and a half months."

"Doing what?"

"Just backpacking around."

"Where did you go?"

"[Actually, more than what's written there; there was no room, so I just put the last four. Hmmm... Okay, the short version: four months in South America, four months in Africa, a month in Europe, then I took the train from Moscow to Beijing, then China for a month, Japan, then Nepal, India, Thailand, and sort around southeast Asia for a while.]"

"Must be nice."

"Uh, yeah."

"What company do you work for?"

"Uh, I was laid off," I told him. The officer started getting a suspicious look in his eye.

"Then what company were you working for?"

"This company called ACTV."

"And what did that stand for?"

"Uh, it didn't stand for anything." Shady, but the truth.

"And how old are you?"

"Thirty. Yeah, I know, I look young."

"And I assume you're not married?"


"And what are you going to do when get back?"

"Uh, look for work." Good answer, good answer.

Another federal employee came over looking quite beat from being overworked with security issues. She came over to see if she could help out. "Smile, it's Friday," I told her to brighten up their day and soften my character.

"Uh, we work weekends. It could be Tuesday for us."

Okay then. Just then, there was another guy beside me, waiting his turn.

"You take that one, this one will be a while," Officer Mektar told the other.

A while? I thought. "How long is this going to take?"

"[Just a moment. The system keeps shutting me out.]"

"Uh, my flight's at 7:15." (It was 6:55.)

Officer Mektar looked at his watch and hesitated a bit before reluctantly saying, "You'll make it." The system kicked in and I was registered -- probably flagged as a person to keep an eye on in the country -- and then was led for a quick X-ray of my bags. "Okay, you're free to go."

I rushed over to the bag check-in and then to find my gate, but still had to go through the carry-on security. They stopped me, not for my the iClamp this time (since I wisely stored it back in my big bag), but to check out my computer and such, which I showed them in haste. "Am I gonna make my flight?"

"We have nothing to do with that."

I packed up and ran down the hall before realizing it was the wrong one. It didn't matter because when I finally found my gate, it was already too late.

"Your plane just left," said the woman at the gate counter. "Where were you? We were waiting for you." They had paged me on the P.A. system, but I don't think there were any speakers in the U.S. interrogation room.

"I was delayed by the U.S. government."

She saw my passport. "But you're American."

"I know!"

"Must be the hat," her co-worker said. I was wearing my wool-knit hat from Peru.

"You have to take the next flight."

"When is that?"

"Boarding at 10:45."

"And arrives...?"

"One o'clock."

"What about my bag?"

"[If you didn't make that flight, they wouldn't have been able to fly with it -- it's the law -- so don't worry, it's still here. If you're on the next flight, it will be re-routed on that one.]"



And so, the plans I had that morning back in the States were shot since I had no choice but to spend most of the morning waiting around in Toronto (picture above), stranded at the airport like in The Terminal, just not as long. I spent the time drinking coffee to keep myself awake from the lack of good sleep on the red-eye the night before, until it was time to board my final flight of The Global Trip 2004, to my next, but not final, destination. Unfortunately, as I found out later, my bag did not make that same flight in the connection delay fiasco, courtesy of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. I guess it was sort of ironic; after sixteen months around the world, the first and only time my baggage was ever lost was at the very end, back in America.

* * * * *

Homestretch, U.S.A.

DAY 502 (Part 2): My initial plan for my sixteen-month trip around the world was to end off with a month doing outdoorsy stuff in New Zealand, followed by a classic American road trip from California back to New York. However, due to time and money constraints (mostly money), I replaced a month in New Zealand with a week in Vancouver, B.C., and a road trip across America with a road trip across the state of New Jersey. (Yes, I realize this is like trying to substitute filet mignon with the salisbury steak in a T.V. dinner, but hey.)

Actually a road trip across New Jersey is sort of like crash course in Americana; in just three hours, you drive through the woodsy Pine Barrens of the south, up passed the shore towns of the Atlantic, academic and scenic Princeton, the malls and residential neighborhoods of American suburbia, until you gradually get up to the more factory-filled area near New York City, an area secretly still crawling with the gangsters that The Sopranos were based on. Each exit on the New Jersey Turnpike has its own sort of identity (which inspired me to open an on-line t-shirt store), for New Jersey is a microcosm of American diversity (even on the political spectrum), a melting pot of opportunity and numerous locations of Staples and The Home Depot. In fact, there's a line in the classic Simon & Garfunkel song, "America" that goes, "...the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike, they've all come to look for America."

My road trip across the Garden State started not in New Jersey, but in Pennsylvania, more specifically the city of Philadelphia. As the birthplace of the nation, Philadelphia was the perfect place to make my re-entry into the United States of America after over sixteen months abroad, so that I may illuminate (or is it bore?) my readers with historical trivia one last time.

FOUNDED BY QUAKERS IN 1681, PHILADELPHIA became the first capital of the United States when there were just thirteen of them, in 1790. It is a city steeped in American history, for it was in Philadelphia that the forefathers of the nation did a bunch of colonial things wearing ponytails, knee-high stockings, and bi-focal glasses (after ol' Ben Franklin invented them in 1760, one of his better ideas -- I mean, c'mon, the guy wanted the turkey to be the national bird). Philadelphia is where the phrase "I just need your John Hancock here, please" originated when some guy named, not surprisingly, John Hancock first signed the Declaration of Independence against the British in 1776. After that, Philadelphia was on a roll, spawning the first American hospital, medical college, bank, paper mill, zoo, and U.S. Mint.

Speaking of being on a roll, Philadelphia is also responsible for giving us and the rest of the international culinary community the Philadelphia Cheesesteak Sandwich, a tasty artery-clogging slice of Americana I had not seen prepared properly since I left the country -- hence, another reason why I chose Philadelphia to make my U.S. entrance. Right from the airport, I went straight away to Pat's Kings of Steaks, the originators of the famous steak sandwich in south Philadelphia, to welcome my stomach back home. Thankfully, I still remembered how to order without being sneered at, and filled my empty coffee-lined tummy with greasy cheese and beef goodness -- so good I had another one right after.

WILLIAM PENN, ONE OF THE FOUNDING QUAKERS of Philadelphia, coined the nickname "The City of Brotherly Love" for he "envisioned the area as a place where anyone of any color or background could live together in peace and harmony" -- most likely completely ignoring the fact that many of the founding forefathers owned African slaves. In any case, it was in The City of Brotherly Love that I was reunited with my own brother, markyt (TGBTGBTB), who I had not seen in the flesh since his appearance on "The Trinidad Show" in Brazil a whole year before. Mark had been waiting for me, even after my delayed flight, so that for the second-to-the-last numbered Blog entry, he could show me around "his Philadelphia."

Of course, with the morning wasted in Toronto, we sort of rushed through everything that afternoon, mostly taking quick pictures of touristy and non-touristy spots so that you Blogreaders could whiz through the city vicariously: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air's old hood of South Philadelphia, funky South Street, City Hall (featured in the film Twelve Monkeys, St. Augustine's Church (featured in the film The Sixth Sense), and some familiar locations where Sylvester Stallone once stood during the filming of Rocky. Mark was also quick to point out the McDonald's where the late Wu Tang Clan rap star O.D.B. ran away from the police when he was breaking parole.

But it wasn't all locations of movies and rap stars; Mark zipped me through the finer side of Philly, first to the Kimmel Center for the Performing Arts, site of the reception of his upcoming wedding reception (apparently he got engaged since I've been away), and of course, the historical core: Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, where the sounds of freedom started ringing way before the U.S. started exporting it to other countries by use of Starbucks, McDonald's, and the United States Army.


IF TIME HAD ALOTTED, the drive across New Jersey (picture above) would have included a stop at different exits on the New Jersey Turnpike to show off the diversity of the American microcosm, including a stop at the self-proclaimed "America's Playground," Atlantic City, the former dumpy shore town completely transformed by Donald Trump. But it didn't take "The Donald" to transform the rest of New Jersey; the rest of New Jersey already shined with its own born and/or bred glitterati, spanning the different exits:

EXIT 2: Bruce Willis
EXIT 3: Linda Fiorentino
EXIT 7A: Danny DeVito, Kirsten Dunst, Jack Nicholson
EXIT 8: Bruce Springsteen
EXIT 11: David Copperfield, Jon Bon Jovi, Kevin Smith, "Count" Basie
EXIT 14: Meryl Streep
EXIT 15W: Jerry Lewis, Paul Simon, Kevin Spacey, Ray Liotta, Tom Cruise, Whitney Houston, Lauryn Hill
EXIT 16E: Frank Sinatra
EXIT 16W: Joe Piscapo, "Buzz" Aldrin
EXIT 18W: Tara Reid, John Travolta

Perhaps the most famous icon of New Jersey was from Exit 14B, a celebrity that didn't even do much but stand there. I am of course referring to Lady Liberty, a.k.a. the Statue of Liberty, which despite popular belief, is actually in New Jersey waters, not New York's, as settled by a 1998 U.S. Supreme Court ruling. The New Yorkers across the Hudson River can claim some sort of bragging rights though, for Lady Liberty faces New York City; New Jersey just gets to see her ass. (Is that where the smog comes from?)

A quick stop at Liberty State Park at Exit 14B was significant for me, not just because the Statue of Liberty served as a symbol welcoming foreigners arriving in America, but also because it was the nostalgic park where I used to frequent and ride my bike after work when I had an apartment nearby. (Movie buffs might also be interested to know that I used to ride my bike on the road in the park where Clemenza recites the famous line, "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli," in The Godfather.) My brother and I ran out to see the symbol of arriving in America (even if it was of her backside) for a quick picture, but then rushed back into the car because it was so damn cold. (I hadn't been that cold since trekking the Snows of Kilimanjaro.) Before hopping back into the car, I managed to take the most patriotic (or is it the cheesiest?) photo of my return back to the good ol' U.S. of A.

EXIT 18W WAS WHERE WE MADE OUR LAST STOP of the day, at the house we grew up, my parents' in Teaneck. It was there that I had moved back into the few months before I left for this crazy trip in 2003 to save some more money; it was where I would crash for a few months after my return in 2005 until I got back on my feet financially for a place of my own (or left the country again, whichever came first).

The front door opened and my parents greeted me with kisses and hugs, along with other relatives from the Trinidad and Rivera sides of the family that had relocated to the area. My little American-born cousins of "Rivera Clan West" were excited to see me -- they even made me a welcome back banner -- and were excited to stick pin flags into the world map I had on the wall. (We ran out of pins before we could finish off every place I had been.)

IT'S A FUNNY THING ABOUT HAVING MY TRAVELS on a public, daily Blog; during the big welcome family dinner that night, there really wasn't much to say. Everyone knew what I was up to for the past sixteen months, perhaps in greater detail than if I was just living in the New York area without a Blog, and there was no need to ask me "How was it?"; I had spent a good 2-3 hours a day on the road writing, telling everyone how I was anyway. With that said, family life pretty much returned to normal in an hour. My cousins just played Grand Theft Auto on my PS2; my friend Terence (a.k.a. wheat) stopped by and we simply just watched a DVD with not much conversation.

Weird. I thought I was gonna have some sort of reverse culture shock or Re-Entry Syndrome as I saw things again for the "first" time, but surprisingly it was almost as if the past sixteen and a half months never happened; in fact, my wall calendar was still on October 2003. Even mentally in my mind, I wasn't phased or changed. The only reason for it that I could come up with was that perhaps I had just become so oversaturated with so many experiences around the world that it was all just clumped into one pile of mush in my brain, too complicated to be sorted or remembered.

Thank God I kept a Blog.

And so, I had made it full circle after a hectic day -- after a hectic sixteen and a half months -- with not much hoopla at all. I guess that was okay for the time being, because the real ending, the real full circle, would come on Day 503: The Return To New York -- Manhattan was just a hop, skip, and a train ride away under the river...

If you enjoy this daily travel blog, please post a comment! Give me suggestions, send me on missions, let me know how things are going back home in the USA. Knowing that I have an audience will only force me to make this blog more entertaining as the days go by. Donīt forget to bookmark it and let a friend know!

Posted by Erik on March 15, 2005 11:52 PM
Category: U.S.A.

hey erik,

welcome back, although i know you've been back for a week now, but i guess this post makes it official.

im one of the lurker and i thought i finally leave a comment. i stumbled upon your site when i googled pinatubo, and i had been glued ever since.

like everyone else, im envious of your accomplishments. if given a chance - and money - i would probably follow your trail. but that's least likely to happen, so the closest i could travel the world is through your blog.


Posted by: ibalik on March 16, 2005 12:36 AM

Almost first!

Posted by: Leah on March 16, 2005 07:22 AM

will smith is technically from west philly (we all know the fresh prince song)...but as you saw to the losing eagles in the superbowl intro, he's all philly...

Posted by: markyt on March 16, 2005 09:11 AM

This week has been great - a new entry every day. I was so not looking forward to the end..................but what am I going to do next week? I called 1-800-get-a-life but there was no answer!

Posted by: Janice on March 16, 2005 09:19 AM

Oh, I'm so sad. The reality of the end of the blog is setting in :(
Who else is going to start reading from the beginning again?

Posted by: Liz on March 16, 2005 09:40 AM


Congrats on your return home...and with a good ol' fasion American heart attack meal to make it official. Every time I make it back home for a visit (San Diego) my first stop is either IN-N-OUT Burger (ohh so good) or one of the local Mexican taco shops for a bomb of a Carne Asada burrito (gluttony at its best).

I can totally appreciate sureal feeling of being back home and that little has in your extended absence. Although, I bet that as time passes, the full impact of how your experiences have changed you will be felt. I myself have lived outside the states for more than 5 years now, and although I feel pretty much the same as I did when I left, I realize that the experience has really left a profound impresion on me - a much more optimistic worldview and feeling of empowerment that you define your own limitations in life.

Once again, welcome back home and I'm definately looking forward to the day 503 photos...

Posted by: James on March 16, 2005 09:41 AM

FINAL CALL FOR ENTRIES! Please send me your DAY 503 picts so they can be integrated into the gallery...

Posted by: Erik TGT on March 16, 2005 09:58 AM

James: That's deep.

Soilder Down! I can't believe we lost another one... ahhh Markyt, we barely knew ya! Congratulations dude.

ERIK: You spent friday morning at Pearson?! We could have gone for breakfast!

Posted by: Td0t on March 16, 2005 10:10 AM

TDOT - presents are welcome....

Posted by: markyt on March 16, 2005 10:12 AM

Before I clicked on the photo of the American flag - I really thought it was going to be a photo of a McDonalds!

Posted by: sara on March 16, 2005 11:04 AM

Liz - I think I might do that, start from the beginning again!

That philly steak sandwich looks SO yummy!

Posted by: sara on March 16, 2005 11:07 AM

congrats, markyt.

Posted by: Alyson on March 16, 2005 11:30 AM

Hey Erik!
welcome back dude-sorry you could'nt make it to cali & I could'nt make it for day 503- hopefuly we'll catch up in person soon (still up for newzealand???)- keep in touch

Posted by: Navid on March 16, 2005 01:28 PM

503 Pics..I have to send you pics so that they are incorporated......

Posted by: Moelicious on March 16, 2005 01:31 PM

James - first thing I did when I returned from SE Asia was hit El Zarape in SD for a carne asada burrito - I've had Mexican food for days now!! And then Fatburger... both are two things I can't live without!!

Erik - glad to see that you were affected by the cold!! I thought perhaps it was only me!

Posted by: Noelle on March 16, 2005 02:03 PM

I too thought the cheesie pic was going to be a McDonalds!!! sad....really really sad!

Posted by: Lisa on March 16, 2005 03:48 PM

Wow, so you're back now!! Funny how you say "it was almost as if the past sixteen and a half months never happened" as that is how I feel after I come back from vacation too.

Immigration & customs are a bunch of bastards aren't they??? I remember being detained re-entering Canada from the US (pre 9/11) and I just about threw a fit.

Posted by: Joyce on March 16, 2005 05:19 PM

You know, if you went to New York to see the Statue of Liberty you could have just taken a ferry and walked around the statue. And as I was typing this comment, I wondered what a URL was. What is it?(to: bloggers, please do not laugh at me. I am not dumb!) :)

Posted by: Michael R. on March 16, 2005 06:52 PM

So where are all the pictures of the US churches? Thats one thing I notice about traveling around to other countries. Adventurers spend an exhorbinant amount of time visiting churches. Most adventurers I have met don't have the main stream vision of religion and going to church every sunday, but when out and about its like churches become magnets.

Anyways, welcome back. You deserve a vacation. You should grab a flight and head down to the Dominican Republic and visit some churches.

Posted by: steven nakano on March 16, 2005 07:29 PM

I'm a lurker too..have enjoyed the blog much. I'm getting (mentally) ready for a similar undertaking, so I gotta ask...

How much did it all cost? :)

Posted by: donut on March 16, 2005 07:52 PM

Erik, as much as I'm really anticipating to see the Day 503 pics, I'm saddened that it's coming to an end as all good things do. You truly are an inspiration to us all.

I have really enjoyed reading your blogs! Especially about the Phillipines. It brought back alot of memories and I could really relate to the filipino mindset. It was both hilarious and emotional at the same time to read those RP blogs.

I basically wanted to post to say thanks for taking the time to blog and share your Global Trip!

Posted by: jimbing (pinoy ako) on March 16, 2005 09:24 PM

MICHAEL R. - if you don't know what something is, just google it...

Posted by: markyt on March 16, 2005 09:36 PM

Erik, thanks for blogging from on the road! It made my day everytime a read it!

Posted by: Markus on March 17, 2005 03:55 AM

ERIK - I'm pretty sure reading your blog at work last year got me fired. So I owe you one.

Posted by: dunlavey on March 17, 2005 04:08 AM

hello Erik me an a mate(australians) stumble upon ur page while looking up the infamous TEENY LITTLE SUPER GUY!!This is also great luck as we're planning to travel at the end of this year!Just thought we'd let you know your travels look amazing and thanks for the great blog. Auzzies

Posted by: tabs on March 17, 2005 06:14 AM

Thanks for all the great reads and the interesting finish Erik! Welcome home!! It's been an amazing journey and it was great following you along!

I feel like that after coming home too, like nothing has changed, but you expected it too for some reason. I thought after a year away that would be different, but guess not too much;)

Good luck in all your future endevers!! (yea, i know its spelt wrong)

Posted by: Harry on March 17, 2005 08:35 AM

Hey, and a 'big-up' to Markyt too for all the 'behind the scenes' work to make the daily blog possible! Thanks too man!

Posted by: Harry on March 17, 2005 08:38 AM

503!! ...503!!...503!!...503!! ...

Posted by: simf2p on March 17, 2005 03:37 PM

PLEASE EXCUSE THE DELAY ON THE DAY 503 ENTRY... I'm holding off until I get all the pictures first. ELAINE ("she's jealous") refuses to go digital, so I have to wait for her to scan her pictures this weekend... Hope to have DAY 503 up for the WHMMR!

Posted by: Erik TGT on March 17, 2005 04:20 PM

ha! yeah, yeah.. i did go digital. waiting for it to arrive!!
scanned photos on the’ll be jealous when you see how cool the 4-framed pics are from my fancy russian camera.


(i’m jealous)

Posted by: elaine on March 17, 2005 04:54 PM

another, welcome back. i finally had a chance to catch up a little. it's funny to think that when i would IM you now, you'll just be in your mom's basement! (for real this time ;) perhaps you'll still be in the city in may and we can catch up!
N :)

Posted by: nikkij on March 17, 2005 05:11 PM

SBR here, I came across your blog while doing research for Carnival. For the past 2 months I've been reading your blog everyday and now I'm finally done. I just wanted to say I absolutely enjoyed reading "The Global Trip 2004" and your writing is great. Thanks.

Posted by: Another Eric on March 17, 2005 06:43 PM

Arrrrr... on to 503 already me hearty..

Posted by: Bill on March 17, 2005 11:20 PM

WHMMR..........I get the Monday morning rush part...........but what about the "W" "H".........thought I'd better ask before this is all over. Funny.....I googled it and got sent back here!

Posted by: Janice on March 18, 2005 12:10 AM

Janice: Western Hemisphere.

Posted by: Erik TGT on March 18, 2005 12:43 AM

SORRY for the delay... i know everyone is waiting for the 503 entry. i’ll scan my photos soon (sunday) so erik can post it:)

(i’m jealous)

Posted by: elaine on March 18, 2005 10:48 AM

Thanks Erik, that was really bugging me! And it was so simple............

Posted by: Janice on March 18, 2005 06:19 PM

So my questions are: did your luggage ever catch up to you? Are we memorializing your ever-present Yankee ball cap? what about the iClamp? How about a follow-up photo on each injury? I know some of us got to see the hole in your leg on 503, but there were so many who didn't. You didn't take any photos of the home-cooked meal your mom made on 503?

It's so true... I need a life. Or a new obsession. So, who's globe trekking next?

Posted by: Christy on March 18, 2005 06:59 PM

Christy - with the NCAA tourney on, I've been checking the blog less... so that's my current obsession... but, when it's over - who the hell knows what I'll do!! I completely get you...

Posted by: Noelle on March 18, 2005 09:59 PM

Christy . . . i wish i was globe trekking next. :(
i want to goooooooooooooooo.

Posted by: Alyson on March 19, 2005 02:51 AM


Just wanted to pop in and say a big thank you for the months of enjoyment you provided me, not to mention the inspiritation for my own site ( - shameless plug). I wish I could have made the party, but hopefully when my RTW trip passes through NY next week I can say hello.

Best wishes on the future.

Dan Demole

Posted by: Dan on March 20, 2005 11:32 AM

You are making me hungry! Stop talking about Pat's Philly Cheese Steaks!


Posted by: Michael R. on March 20, 2005 01:40 PM

MARKYT - I found out what a "URL" was!

Uniform Resource Locator

I used google!

Posted by: Michael R. on March 21, 2005 07:46 PM

Hey Erik,

Congrats on being back! Sorry I missed your party I got hit with a stomach virus.

I am really bored now, it feels like I have been hanging out with you for the past 16 months and now nothing. . .

If your brother needs a wedding photographer or videographer let me know, I do that on the side now.


Posted by: Warren on March 22, 2005 02:17 PM

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