I'm here at JFK Airport in beautiful Jamaica, Queens NYC. Well, it's not so beautiful. I'm on my way to Florida to visit my mother and take care of a few nasty legal things down there. Pardon me if I make a few typos, there's an older lady sitting next to me trying her best to lean over and take a peek at what the hell I'm doing.
This trip doesn't come at a great time because I'm still adjusting my life up the in the City. I'm going to miss my morning runs up and down Central Park. Which reminds me, I was pretty annoyed yesterday morning. There were a ton of barricades all over the place due to the Bon Jovi concert in the park. I could barely run, which sucked. Oh, well, such is life.
Hope to get some of my mother's down-home cooking and maybe some of her down-home advice on some things.