It's the beginning of the end. I'm leaving the 42nd Floor. No, really. I am. I mean it this time. I'm really leaving. Thursday is my last day. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Oh, wait--I guess I could always...oh...I dunno...move to NEW YORK!
I will continue to chronicle the madcap antics that ensue when the corporate and artistic collide, but, for the time being anyway, the 42nd Floor will go from being a literal place to a figurative one; a place which represents that strange spot on the map of life where these two worlds intersect.
This week let's take a little stroll down memory lane and remember our favorite moments on Floor 42.
Who can forget one of the first posts, the Analyst's Exam? Or Ask Nelson? Remember when I had hair like this? Or our very special post for New Orleans just after we learned a hurricane was headed their way? Who can forget these posts? I know I can't. After all...I lived them.
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Whenever you want it to be, if only you believe in yourself.
I mean, the end of August.
I kind of miss the old hair... :-)
So the ol' Four-Two is only in our heads now, eh? Are you sure there won't be a 42nd Floor part deux up in NYC? Hmmmm?
Congrats, Forky! I'm really happy for you! You simply MUST continue blogging from Nueva York!!!
Let's put on a revival of Ask Nelson. Who knows; after a few weeks, we may be going to Broad-way.
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