Ball pint pen on the morning newprint
April 15th is like a holiday in my house. My wife Donna was trained in the legal field, but has found her niche amongst life's two inevitables working in the fiduciary accounting biz (It's like a regular accountant, but the clients don't complain as much). The practical effect being that between the new year and April 15th we don't get to spend a great deal of time together. Tonight we're keeping the after-tax-day-palooza going by seeing Nathan Lane on Broadway in the political comedy November.