Chapter 1110 In Her Eyes:>6

I went straight to the office from the airport. My flight from New York put me back in Chicago just before noon.
I had spent the weekend with my favorite hobby: listening to the rock bands of Poughkeepsie at various venues. Miss Davis had me out of Chicago within the hour, after I left my wife and her sister on Friday night. It was a very nice turnaround time considering the short notice I had given her.
Some people say that the pop punk sound of southern California is the best thing since sliced bread, and they have the record sale numbers to prove it. I say those people don't know shit. In my opinion the greatest bands of our generation have come from Poughkeepsie and I had a very relaxing time. It wasn't quite the same as my college days and I felt a little out of place being so much closer to 40 and not as close to 20. But I was there to listen to the music, not party. So the weekend had served its purpose.