Winter had taken a short break last weekend it seemed with temperatures in the high forties for a change. Okay, so it wasn’t the balmy 50 to 60 degree weather that we saw most of last winter, but it was warm enough to wash off the car without it immediately becoming a big blue-green popsicle. The suds washed off remnants of Watkins Glen and New Jersey Motorsports Park, squashed bugs and small black streaks of Hoosiers from days gone by. When the car was finally dry, I carefully covered the 964 and secured it for the rest of the winter.

Anyone else a late night TV fan? I have been a fan of staying up late since college. The shows I watch have changed over time. There was a time where David Letterman was cool and Jay Leno’s schtick was just hokey. I would stay with Letterman until 12:30, when I would hit the clicker to watch Conan O’Brien. It was a peaceful place in the universe until the high stakes game of late show musical chairs began between Leno and Conan. Leno was to retire and Conan would be taking over as the show’s new host. I don’t know what it was, but Conan just didn’t do that well in the earlier Tonight Show slot. Maybe it was because almost all of what made him funny – the driving desk, Triumph The Insult Comedy Dog, the bear, Max Weinberg, Abe Vigoda…they all seemed to be left in another time zone of late, late night. Leno’s return was almost merciful, with a tinge of “I told you so, rookie.”