We'll be in NYC in a few days and my students will be singing at the April 2, 10 a.m. service for historic St. Paul's Chapel. Built in 1766, the chapel is a satellite sanctuary of Trinity Wall Street (Episcopal) Church. St. Pauls' was the church of George Washington as he served as our first president. So what will separate us from George Washington? Only time. We'll stand where he stood--and presumably sing were he sang. Mrs. G. and I will be staying after the dear students come back to PTC and listen to this line up of shows we'll see: The Producers, Don Pasquale (Met), Wicked, and the Odd Couple. Quite a spring break I'd say. Going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Bob and Rita on Wednesday too.

Tomorrow is the highlight of the year, the great and wonderful fantasy baseball draft (national league only). New this year, we are drafting instead of auctioning, meaning all strategies from previous years are now useless. There is also a scene change. After many years of hosting by our own Mr. Baseball, our commissioner Mr. A., the scene will change to my house, and we'll offer up our choices in the green mansion. For the uninitiated who think such a thing must be boring, be advised, it is hilarious fun. We laugh so hard while filling our draft sheets with players (30 rounds of selections for 7 teams this year), that we hardly notice that we are getting crappy players. I think the draft format will level the playing field and maybe create a very competitive environment for the game this season. That should be an advantage for my hand's on managerial style.