Just got in on the bus from LA, and lordy it is cold up here. 55 degrees cold. Settled in at Troy’s house and watched a few episodes of “Swingtown” that he had saved on the TV. Between the way that Troy has decorated his apartment (stay tuned for the pics) and the TV show and the pepperoni pizza we had for dinner, I feel completely transported back to 1976, and vague feelings of child awkwardness. No matter that I am on the verge of 41.