Airport

hello, friends,

i'm sitting in the san francisco airport, having cleared security and a very official united airlines check-in woman. the only snafu thus far was that she "mentioned" that since my passport expires at the end of october, i "might" have a "problem" getting into japan. potential trouble, right?

i am asking for the lot of you to light candles on the hope that the universal love and truth that is volanskyism will allow me to clear customs.

i'll keep you posted.

the lovely and talented liz engelman last night coined a new nickname for me in honor of my trip: volansake. i like it.

i'll leave you with a great joke i heard courtesy of aaron posner, friend and (terrific) director.

guy walks into a bar, where he's the only customer. bartender draws him a beer and says, "i've got some stuff to do in the back. i'll be out in a few minutes."

so the guy takes a sip and hears a voice say, "you are looking really handsome today." he looks around, confused. takes another sip and then hears the voice say, "you've lost weight and you are mighty trim." now he's feeling like there's something in the beer, or he's on candid camera, so he looks around a bit, but sees nothing. then he hears the voice say, "you are a smart, intelligent and significant man." he's freaking out a bit, when the bartender returns. he tells the bartender, "i don't mean to sound like i'm crazy, but i think i'm hearing voices." the bartender says, "are they saying nice things?" the man, astonished, says "yes!" the bartender nods and says, "complimentary peanuts."

cracks me the heck up. thanks, aaron, for the great laugh.

i'm going to head to my gate now, so i wish you all well. i'll see you in about 14 hours...

peacelovegodbless,
volansake