On our way back from Boston, we stopped in New York. Robbi, who was feeling not quite well, took to her bed. But the kids and I, who were feeling inspired, took to the underground.

I’m not quite sure what August was thinking when I took the photo below. And he refused to tell me.

His spirits remained high as we found ourselves in Madison Square Park, where there is a playground.

And where there was a gathering of friends from college, including the utterly singular phenomenon that is Brian Wecht. For those of you who do not know, Brian has become an international sensation of comedy and rap. He has also become a father.

Alden cemented a second-generation of Williams-spawned friendship by sharing pretzels with the daughters of our college friends Annie and Jeff.

We played for a while, and then we feasted, joined by Maria, Brian, Sue Jean, and Rich. In addition to participating in shaping this brain I so appreciate, college gave me incredible friends. And I am so grateful that we still convene for fries topped with melted cheese and sloppy joe.

After the gathering, the kids and I wandered back to the West Village to visit our ailing Robbi. Along the way, we stopped to admire the Lego Store, certainly one of the enticing aspects of New York.

But certainly not the only. My intrepid trio led the way along Barrow Street, in search of the proper address.

This morning, August and I shared bananas and bagels. We’ll wake Robbi in a bit.

Today’s adventure is of the literary variety. We can’t get into the details just yet (there is a proper order of things), but here’s where we’ll be heading in a few hours.

Let’s just say things are starting to get a little more exciting on the book front. We’ll fill you in as soon as we are able.