I know, I know. It's been a while. Sorry, I've been at a conference in Chicago both yesterday and today. Which means that I trained it in to the city. Yes, people, I was in Union Station during the drug dealer/DEA/Chicago Police shootout. I was there. Kinda weird. Especially considering that the shooting was on the south concourse all of about 200 feet away from me and I didn't hear or see a thing. I must be either deaf or ignorant. Who knows? I think when I told Katie last night that I had been in Union at the same time as the shooting, I could hear her heart jump into her throat and speed up to about 1000 beats per second. Sorry, hon. I wasn't planning on being there when it happened. But, hey! I'm okay. No worse for wear.