Life in the key of E flat minor

Martin Luther King, Jr. said "darkness can not drive out darkness only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that." Visit https://www.lighttounite.org/ and spread Light and Love this holiday season. Do good unto the least of your breathen. Bristol-Myers is donating a dollar to AIDS research every time someone goes to their website and moves the match to the candle and lights it. Please forward this to your friends to spread. It takes a s econd to raise a dollar.

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I'm home, watching Sex in the City on TBS. I never really got into it when it was on HBO. But, it's on and it's funny. I get thirty, so I go downstairs to get a glass of water. I hear Christmas Carols be played on a saxaphone. I prey open the shutters and there on the sidewalk is a man playing his saxaphone in front of the restaurant across the street. Ah, Christmas.

  I'm trying to look into why the e-mail-to-blogger function didn't work.  For now, I can't access blogger at home and I can't spend all my time at work blogging.

I'm going to try to make up for lost time. I was working on posting once a day until the end of the year so I would live up to my goal of 100 posts for the year. I got derailed. The e-mail-to-blogger interface failed for me twice in a row. Once I was just e-mail a quick phone photo of my night out. Maybe it was too big, or maybe blogger couldn't accept my phone as an e-mail addres, or something else. But it failed. Then I tried to e-mail my little memory about my dad and his giving me a cup of lukewarm water when I was felling bad. That failed. I did think to go back and post it. However, I haven't yet tried to e-mail post again. That's this attempt. So, cross your fingers and let's see if it works. Thanks. P.S. It failed.

(this was originally attempted to be posted on Saturday December 2.) I'm fighting another stomach bug. It's different then last week's; since I'm convinced that last week's was caused by eating some bad leftovers. I don't know why I'm not up to par this week. I thought about sharing with you the horrible story of needing to use a rest room in the Gallery. (Think Trainspotting.) I decided to share a memory instead. Whenever I was a kid and I complained of some kind of stomach problem, my dad would always get me a glass of lukewarm water. He tell me that I might not enjoy drinking it, but it will make me feel better for the moment. It always did. So, I revisited the trick this week, and you know what, the lukewarm water still made me feel better. So thanks, Dad.

I'm really a working stiff now. I had a day that was jammed with meeting. I only had about 1.5 hours free to do things, like send out and reply to e-mails. So I stayed late to work on my inbox. I guess I'm really an adult now.

(so slowly...) Just I quick note today for my blog. Last night I used the e-mail to blogger feature to post the draft excerpt from Gospel ... and I could have sworn that I sent it around 11pm last night. However it didn't post until after midnight this morning. So, I'm doing a quick test and e-mailing an update to my blog (which counts as a post, right?!) at 11:22pm tonight and see when it hits my blog. Good night.

This is a draft from the book idea that I want to write and get published. It's written from Lucifer's point of view. I will explain in a different point why his name is Light-of-Mine. Just know that's what God calls him. The word, mal'ak, is Hebrew for angel as attested in the Old Testament. *** He knew that it could happen. He knew that any one of us could have gotten frustrated through not knowing all the details of His plan and any of us could have slipped. However, it was me. "Light-of-Mine, I don't want you to think that I am disappointed, that I am angry with you." "I know that You aren't," I said respectfully "However, you changed My plan." "I didn't know what You wanted to do…" "It is not your place to know," God interrupted, "Yet since you have gotten so involved, I need to give you a new charge." "Yes?" "You may not enter Heaven like you were able to do before. I need you t...

Oh, youtube, I give thanks for your gift of viral marketing. So my dear friend has cooked her first thanksgiving meal, and videotaped it as proof. (You're so smart, Nikki.) Any table that has Yellow Tail and Grey Goose is ok by me. (Though, I would have gotten a Pinot Grigio.) Enjoy my friend's foray into being all adult and shit.

I'm sitting at my computer, again, after a good breakfast of Spiced Wafers, Craisins and black coffee, wondering what to type. This is a tough exercise -- almost as tough as lunges -- which reminds me: my hand is heaps better and I should return to the gym. I have Craisins in my pantry because I needed them for a recipe for Thanksgiving. This recipe has become a holiday tradition in my family, and almost in spite of itself. As one of the culinarily talented members of the family, I was asked to cook a dish for Thanksgiving as soon as I got apologies for still sitting at the kids table. Year after year, I would try some fusion spins on holiday favorites: sweet potato pie, colconnon (Irish mashed potatoes with cabbage or kale) and sweet potato gnocchi. They were never hits with the family, but they were half gone by the end of dinner and I got to take the remainder home as leftovers. About 6 years ago, my aunt Florence was hosting Thanksgiving. She asks those of us who cook to bring ...

I'm feeling the pressure here to write 35... err now 34... more blog entries from now to the end of the year. I've been sitting at my computer, trying to think of something to jot down. Nothing really is coming to me. I was going to go on about how under the weather I feel. I have a headache and stomach pains. It affected my sleep last night. I woke up about five times in the middle of the night, but I stayed in bed until 10! Though, I had some vivid, crazy dreams when I was asleep, but I don't remember them. Now, I still feel like crap. Then I thought that I would put up some brainstorming for my book up -- some notes that I worked on for the angel Gabriel, my favorite of all the angels. How some lore believes that Gabriel is truly a female angel, based on the biblical account of the Announciation. The angel appears in Mary's room -- the angel doesn't walk in or knock, Gabriel appears. In the account, Mary is without fear on seeing Gabriel. Now if I were 14 year ol...

Ok, I’ve started this blog in January 2006 to help we me write. So I’m going to try to end the year with 100 posts. That’s not too bad – it’s about a post every 3-4 days. Well, here’s the rub. I currently have 65 posts. I will need 35 more until the end of the year to get my goal. That means, I have to blog ever day until New Year’s Eve until I reach my goal (and I can only miss two days.) So to remedy that, I’m testing out the Mail-to-Blogger Address feature on my blog. I set up an address by which I should be able to post to your blog via email. This ought to be good! Wish me luck.

(Confessions Tour, part 2) After hanging from the cross, Madonna continued to turn up the political commentary with the Sorry (Remix) interlude. In the video remix of the song, she spliced images of Condi Rice, Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden, Bush, Nixon, Kim Jong-il, war and starving kids in Africa all the while repeating the phrase "don’t say you’re sorry." The montage ended with the phrase "The Audience is Listening.” Needless to say, this was edited out of the NBC airing. The scrim came up and a black and white stylized cityscape was in the background. Madonna, in a tight black, glammed up and feather-collared outfit, donned an electric guitar with a strap saying I heart NY. She rocked out to I Love New York and replaced the line "If you don't like my attitude, then you can f-off// Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?" with "If you don’t like my attitude, then you can fuck off//Just go to Texas and suck George Bush’s cock." N...

It's not original... and I've had a few things stuck in my head: songs... I've had a few dates with this fellow, and he always reminds that I can't have a book to publish if I don't write anything. He speaks from experience -- he's working on a musical and I've heard the demo. It's amazing to see/hear creation in the middle of the creative process. It's refined, but still raw. It will be worked on more, but the crux of its emotion is there. There's one song that's truly amazing. The music is complicated left hand for the piano yet gently moving and the lyrics hit those emotions that we've all felt. When it's big, you'll know it! It's that good. It's been so long that I've tried to write that I haven't had any paper or a notebook with me, like I used to. So under his goading, I have been making more of a point to writing. Usually I jot a few paragraphs when I make the point to do: a hour at the computer when I'm...

It’s 7:30am at JFK airport. The crowd, for the most part, looks tired. People are clutching their Starbucks, iced or hot, and mindlessly look ahead. I just stare at this screen, hoping to tell all the stories of my trip. Before I left for college, my family took a vacation to San Francisco and Los Angeles. It was 1991. I remember going through the Napa Valley wineries and being very frustrated about not being allowed to sample the wine. Seriously, no teenager is going to care about the fermentation process if he can’t sip the results. Rita chided me for being a snot, and I retorted that this was a family vacation, let’s do something that the kids want to do. (This is the vacation when I begged to walk around the Golden Gate Bridge and everyone balked. I had to wait until 2000 before I got to do that.) I remember that this scene between my mother and me happened at the Christian Brothers Winery. This tour was an unusually long one, with interesting information, from what I re...

After spending an afternoon in San Francisco, it was time to rendezvous with my friends. I walked from the Castro to the Mission on 18th street to get to my final destination of 16th and Mission to take the BART. I’ve walked up and down 18th Street many times. When Denise lived on Harrison and I would visit her, we’d usually end up walking between the Mission and the Castro via that road. So it was all very familiar – comfortable. I saw the J-Church line as I crossed Church Street (of course) and immediately in front of my eyes, I saw a huge group of people and volunteers with simple stop signs stopping traffic. It was the Mission High School standing on the steps of the school to take class pictures. I just found it very touching. I had big smile on my face from that moment on. Traveling does that to me. It makes me giddy, excited and very happy. I love to explore, even if it’s some place that I’ve been before. Until yesterday, I didn’t know that there were any barbers in the...

I made it. After feeling like I was going to be trapped on the tarmac in Philadelphia and just making my connecting in MSP. (Thank you, Northwest Airlines, my luggage DID make it.) Brigid and I were excitedly texting and calling each other all through out the day. We jumped for joy when she picked me up at the airport. We just couldn't stop patting each other saying "I’m/you’re here." I've had a BIG ASS SMILE on my face! We wisked down the 101 in her Jetta, and I mused about my Songline. Then, I saw a sign for Belmont. My cousins live there. I got to e-mail them… I’m in the Castro Country Club for the free Wifi (well, I bought a coffee) and I love being able to listen in on the conversation. People are unabashedly willing to say all most anything with a total stranger in the room. I feel sort of Jane Goodall-ish. (a mobile phone conversation) “You’re still with that crackhead, are you?.... What else does he do for you?” “I never write the word, alcohol, I always righ...

Outside of the wonderful things that happened in 2005, two men made my life hell that year. This is a story about the one whom I have yet to allude to on this blog. My dear (and gorgeous) friend, Nicole, got married this past weekend in Saint Francis Xavier Church in Philadelphia. The ceremony was amazing, presided over by three priests – one of whom was recently ordained a bishop. The music was stunning and I haven’t been to a wonderful wedding like that since... since... since two weeks prior. I know Nicole through my former job, and those co-workers from there have been a tight-knit group. Therefore a medley of people who were and are still employed in that office were invited. The reception was held in the Union League, and after their recent renovations there venue was amazing. Rich, dark cherry colored wood and light cream drapes and linens provided an outstanding backdrop for a great time. Nicole and I, when we worked together, shared the same boss. He made my last few months at...

I'm hatching out a plan to go to London for New Year's Eve. More details to follow.

As many of you know, my brother married his love three Saturdays ago. For your reading, I give you my best man toast: Family, friends and guests, hello and welcome. For the benefit those of you who don't know me, I'm Terry’s brother – Casey. Though is the tradition for the best man to focus on the groom, I would like to take a moment and thank Janice for letting this megalomaniac stand in the spotlight for a few minutes on their wedding day. Also, if I may, Janice, you look stunning. After the happy couple announced their wedding date, I went to my calendar and wrote in pen: the Lee-Ryan Wedding on September 16, 2006, erasing a rugby match that was scheduled. I had no expectations about the wedding day, except that I would be here – present. My hope was that I would be able in any way to ensure that the joy we all celebrate today becomes the memory that Terry and Janice treasure forever. When Terry asked me to be his best man, part of me was flattered, part of me was terrified...

I am copying some of Sheryl Crow's lyrics to "Safe and Sound," a song of the 2002 album, C'mon, C'mon . Ms. Crow performed this song in tribute and memory of those who died on September 11, 2001 at the 2002 MTV Music Video Awards. In addition, I've added a link to my favorite angry blogger's site for his commentary on the 5th anniversary of the September 11th attacks . Feel like I could've held on Feel like I could've let go Feel like I could've helped you Feel like I could've changed you Feel like I could've held you Feel like I could've hurt you Feel like I was a stranger Feel like I was an angel Feel like I was a hero Feel like I was a zero Feel like I could've cured you Feel like I could've healed you Feel like I could've touched you Feel like I could've saved you Feel like I should've heard you Feel like I could've moved you Feel like I could've changed you Feel like I could've held you Feel like...

In the midst of the media maelstrom about the first anniversary of the landfall of Hurricane Katrina in Louisiana, I just wish to stop and to remember all those who died and those whose lives have been uprooted and profoundly impacted by this disaster. Our government failed us, but the American people didn’t fail New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. There was a major outpouring of love, concern, prayer and money. We can not falter in this. It’s our responsibility to educate, inform and tell the stories in order to keep us vigilant about never allowing this blatant disregard for human life to happen again. http://www.redcross.org/

A love of travel. I saw this on Blankbaby , and I HAD to do this. Got at b3co.com !

or (And your little dog, Goofy, too!) It’s official, the International Astronomical Union (IAU), founded in 1919, has defined (I never had that much time in my life to define something -- most of my identify and define tests were given in the time frame of 40 minutes, slackers.) what a planet is: A planet is a celestial body that (a) is in orbit around the Sun, (b) has sufficient mass for its self-gravity to overcome rigid body forces so that it assumes a hydrostatic equilibrium (nearly round) shape, and (c) has cleared the neighborhood around its orbit. According to this definition, Pluto has been demoted from a planet to a dwarf planet. A dwarf planet is a celestial body that (a) is in orbit around the Sun, (b) has sufficient mass for its self-gravity to overcome rigid body forces so that it assumes a hydrostatic equilibrium (nearly round) shape, (c) has not cleared the neighbourhood around its orbit, and (d) is not a satellite. Pluto is a dwarf planet by the above definition and is ...

One of the things that I wanted to talk about my trip to Syracuse and my traveling on my songline is that I picked up a copy of the Syracuse New Times in order to figure out what social activities exist in Syracuse. It reminded me of the Philly Weekly. While perusing the New Times, I came across Rob Brezsny’s Horoscope column . For the week of August 10, 2003, he wrote for Pisces: "Anger or bitterness toward those who have hurt you will block your path to higher ground," said inspirational author Vernon Howard. "You can have anger toward people or you can have freedom from people, but you can't have both." I suggest you make that one of your guiding thoughts in the coming week, Pisces. An undreamed-of burst of liberation is now possible for you if you compel yourself to experiment with radical generosity on the wild frontiers of forgiveness. The wild frontiers of forgiveness, what? I’m Irish, we grudge. Don’t suggest that I change, damnit. I’m not in a mood to...

I have nothing yet original for this blog, so I quote to express my feelings. My roadtrip to Syracuse to attend Christopher’s, my cousin, vow ceremony (he’s a Jesuit now) was like going for a walkabout : a little religious faith, a little bit of travel and a lot of time to ponder. Having traveled on I-476 and I-81, I can add them into the weave of my songline a s part of the line as I listened to following as my song: If he loved you Like I love you I would walk away in shame I'd move town I'd change my name When he watches you When he counts to buy your soul On your hand his golden rings Like he owns a bird that sings When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings The priest has said my soul's salvation Is in the balance of the angels And underneath the wheels of passion I keep the faith in my fashion When we dance Angels will run and hide their wings I'm still in love with you [I'm gonna find a place to live Give you all I've got to give] When we dance ...

Beaver jokes are tons more funny when women make them. A., L., J. and E. are some of my female co-workers and their names have been initialized to protect the innocent and gulty. Here's a neatened transcript of our latest e-mail stream of consciousness . (I have edited some of the details, truncated some sentences, omited a few too absurd non sequiturs and re-ordered some of the text to improve the flow.) A.: (to me) Have you been making out with your boyfriend wikipedia again? L.: Wikibeaver A.: Obvi. Me: Le duh! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaver A.: E. totally loves European beavers. J.: Seriously, Bob probly thinks I'm wicked retarded b/c I can't stop laughing. He loves Casey's wikipedia find. E.: That's why I can't get a girlfriend! L.: Dude, I'm glad my beaver doesn't weigh 55 lbs. A.: Goddamn, me too. Me: I'll take my love, heavy on the beaver. J: Seriously I'm choking... E.: I would like one about 5'7", 130 pounds ...

(Confessions Tour, interlude) A little bit electronica, a little bit chant... This was a great song in the concert!

From a commercial for the Flavor of Love 2 on VH1: A black chickie-poo and a white chickie-poo are talking about dating Flavor Flav. White chickie-poo : I wanna have dark babies. Black chickie-poo : There's something wrong with her. You just don't go around sayin' that.

One the 29th, I met my friends, Gerald and Chris, out at Copa Miami for lunch. This conversation remained funny to us a week later: Chris : A mojito , what's that? Casey : It's a delicious cocktail of rum, lime juice, mint and simple shyrup. Gerald : Shyrup? Casey : That's what I said. Shut it. Gerald : Look at all the varieties and flavors the mojitos come in. Casey : Maybe we should get some rum and play with the flavors. Gerald : Perhaps we should just get one of each from the menu.

While I'm sure that many are a buzz about Lance Bass, he's not the Lance I'm talking about. I was out last night with a friend. During our night of drinking at the Black Sheep (and have the Monty Python's Holy Grail Ail while you're at it) the conversation turned to Floyd Landis and the Tour de France . Most people believe that he did dope, and the only outside chance for an explanation would be that he has testicular cancer. Yet, as of today, that seems more and more remote. As we all now, our favorite 7-time winner of the Tour de France was diagnosed with testicular cancer (which had metastasized to his brain and lungs) and the current Mennonite winner-for-now is diagnosed with a bad hip. So, we were talking about their health. Hip replacement is not that horrible of a surgery; the recovery from that is faster and better than from a knee replacement. However fueled by Holy Ail, I went off on Mr. Armstrong. Lance only has one ball! and he dumped Sheryl Crow ...

Everybody’s talking about it… http://blog.blankbaby.com/blankbaby/2006/07/diet_pepsi_jazz.html I went into my local bodega… (Ok, the APlus Convenience Stores isn’t a bodega, but using the word, bodega , is so Law and Order) and I saw Diet Pepsi Jazz Black Cherry French Vanilla and Diet Pepsi Jazz Strawberries & Cream. While I am a Coke loyalist, I thought, it’s good to sample the other brand, just to see. While Coke has Diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, I felt that Pepsi was going against Dr Pepper with these two products. For those who don't know, Dr Pepper has a line of "Fountain Classics" in regular and diet: Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper and Berries & Cream Dr Pepper. This Jazz line of Pepsi product seems to be a response to Dr Pepper and not Coke. It's not an exciting blog entry, but they all can't be winners!

In an entry à la ALT , I’m going to bitch about bikers in the city of Philadelphia. No, not motorcycle bikers (those fuckers are very incon-fucking-siderate, too) but I'm talking about those who peddle to and fro. I am sick and tired of sharing my sidewalks with inconsiderate bikers. Get off the sidewalk and get on the streets, like others like you fought for. There are bike lanes on Walnut and Spruce to get you into and out of West Philadelphia/University City. I am royally annoyed by bikers having no regard for pedestrians. We're saving money, conserving energy and making the roadways safer, too, damnit. And with even less of an impact on our environment! Yet, we didn't argue and clamor for access to the roads; we just want our sideways safe and free from hazards. I hate having you bikers come up from behind and get annoyed that I am in your way and that you have to get around me. You shouldn't be behind me at all. Go to the Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philad...

(Confessions Tour, part 1) The concert started an hour late with imagery from Madonna's most recent photo shoot for W - all done in an equestrian theme. A disco ball descended onto the stage bathed under blue and pink lights. It opened and out stepped Madonna then followed by her dancers all dressed in an equestrian cum S&M black outfits. She belted out Future Lovers dancing with the 'horses.' (Many of the songs on the album have riffs from other songs mixed in -- Hung Up has famously ABBA's Gimme, Gimme, Gimme , Sorry has the Jackson 5's Can You Feel It? and Future Lovers has I Feel Love by Donna Summer .) What a great surprise to my ears when she started to sign I Feel Love . (Madonna is not heavy into covers, so this was a great treat.) After the spectacle of her entrance, she sang Get Together on the giant stage with two back up dancers performing in front of red, black and white kaleidoscopic imagery. Though only 5'6" or something like that...

"And life's gonna drop you down like the limbs of a tree It sways and it swings and it bends until it makes you see" These lyrics remind me of a hymn we sang in grade school, called Hosea . It's one of those songs ( Hosea and not Jump ) that I want at my funeral. The irony being that I already want 2 Madonna songs and Hosea is really a hymn. But I digress. I'm less then 24 hours away from a Madonna concert on her "Confessions Tour." As you can expect, I am excited. I've been doing my best to avoid the reviews; I don't want to know too much. However, it's been noteworthy enough for me to know about the crucifixion set up for Live to Tell and Like a Virgin performed to the backdrop of her X-rays from falling off a horse. (Brilliant, how effing self-referential is that?! Look at me, dancing in front of MY X-rays. Self-indulgent! But I'm jealous that she did it first.) Back to the lyrics from Jump , they have been striking a cord with me...

Of course, when I got the room 347 at my hotel in Cambridge, I should have known that it was a good sign (with 3 and 7 being my lucky numbers.) My group of co-workers ended up going to Jacques Carabet on Broadway at Piedmont. It's a gay bar that does karaoke on Tuesday nights - it's also known for it's female impersonators day in and day out. From the other gay folks that we encounted at our conference, Jacques didn't sound like it was going to be busy. But isn't that how we like our karaoke bars? Immediately, I called Melissa and asked her if she remembered the time that I took her and a few other co-workers to a drag show in San Francisco. I took them to the Tranny Shack at the Stud (on a Tuesday night) and we were there for what we hoped was a good drag show, and it was, albeit it was a drag king contest. It's not everyday that you get to take your co-workers to a drag show, and it's not everyday that you can drag the office to a gay and lesbian karao...

For those of you who have read Ulysses , you will understand my well wishes. For those who haven't, learn more from wikipedia: Bloomsday .

I saw a cute squeaky-clean fair-skinned auburn-haired blue-eyed student walking the other day. If the OED had full-color pictures, he'd be there under preppy . Complete with the madras shorts. That's when my horror set in. Madras! There's something just so scary to me about that many different colored plaids in one place. It must be from growing up in the 70's with Garanimals . (This example is a very calm sample of madras. The Penn fellow I saw had yellows, robin blues, roses and light greens: like an easter egg was dressing for a tropical summer.) I'll stick to my solid colored shorts, thanks.

or (my emotional recollections of the 2006 Mark Kendall Bingham Memorial Tournament.) picture courtesy of the San Francisco Fog I lost myself in the weekend. I felt myself not just being this physical entity of a specific volume. I was 700 different people. There was no line between single and plural. I did my best. I played my heart out. I fought. I tackled. I drove that maul. I won my hooks. I outjumped my competition. I scored a try. I fell hard. I failed to stop the other team. I hightackled. I had a penalty against me. I had my hands in the ruck. I broke my collarbone. I bruised my thighs. I limped afterward. I lost to the Convicts and I won against the Fog . It's not easy to explain how one feels as part of sometime much bigger than himself. How do you capture the sensation of the opposite of the pluralis majestatis, the royal we ? How can one find a way to use singular pronoun as a way to refer to the entire group!? That was the feeling of this weekend. After being eliminat...

Antipodes. In geography, the antipodes (from Greek αντι- [anti-] "opposed" and πους [pous] "foot") of any place on Earth is that point which is diametrically opposite to it. These two antipodal points are connected to each other by a straight line which passes through the very center of the earth. In Britain, "the Antipodes" is often used to refer to Australia and New Zealand (and "Antipodeans" for their inhabitants), despite the fact that neither Australia nor New Zealand actually overlap the antipodal points of Britain. However there are as far away from the London as any land mass on the earth can be. So, for example, one can draw a line starting from Perth, Australia, through the center of the earth and burst through the crust in the middle of Hamilton, Bermuda. Other antipodal points include: Auckland, New Zealand and Gibraltar Buenos Aires, Argentina and Shanghai, China Madrid, Spain and Wellington, New Zealand I've been to Shanghai, ...

I realize//That nobody wins. Something is ending//And something begins. Nothing really matters. Nothing Really Matters , Frozen and Isaac are in heavy rotation on my Chinese mp3 player. I've been starting my day off with Isaac for months now and I've been just letting my mind fill in visuals to Nothing... and Frozen as I wind down from the day. I have a lot of soul searching to do. To use a term that Carrie Fisher uses, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's Alumni Weekend at Penn -- my first as an Associate Director of Classes and Reunions. That means that it's my first reunion (four classes) in my delevopment career that I've been in charge of running. This seems to be going without a hitch. Sure there are things. My 20th reunion class (Hi, Jake!) doubled its attendance in a matter of weeks -- it exploded. We planned for 125 and we're getting over 250! That's easy. One class has a seminar with a School VIP and we're worried about it sinc...