Back in New Jersey for a short visit, so this morning I'm writing to you from the stately lobby of ye ol' Nassau Inn in the heart of Princeton's Palmer Square. I'm sitting across from a huge fireplace that has a quiet flame dancing inside it and with the cold wind blowing outside this morning, it's a welcome sight. Princeton is all wrapped in its Holiday Best, and not much has changed since I called this town home. Though I lived here for the better part of twenty years and left just a little over five years ago, it seems like a lifetime away.
Walking through the hall here in the Inn where I would frequently stop by a bank of phones to check my office messages, I found an empty wall that now holds only a framed reproduction of a painting - how the world and my life has changed in such a relatively short time. Ohh, my cell's ringing! have to go.
