Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I head for New York City tomorrow morning, early. I’ve been heading for NYC early the past ten years, mostly to work. But this time it’s all about play. I’m visiting my son, Keith, and his partner, Chris; and fredflare.com, the company they own together, isn’t invited. At least not obviously.

Oh, we’ll talk about their efforts and their visions, but this trip is mostly about being together. About hanging out. Eating. Laughing. Cementing family ties where elbow grease is usually the coagulant of choice.

I think we’ll all enjoy it, and we’ll all benefit. A full report might follow.