(And no, she is not pictured in this photo. She's on the side of the pool yelling "Come on, Mrs. Schwartzman! Go for the burn! Get meshuggana with it!")
Thanks Pete, for always being there for me. (And of course, by always, I mean "while waiting for the train/stuck on the train/waiting in traffic/stuck in traffic")
(And by "being there", I mean "all the way over on the other side of the #$%^& country, dammit.")
Thanks though - for always being there...and for always knowing, somehow, deep down, no matter how dark it gets, that some little tiny part of me rocks, too.