My People,

It's a blustery day in London, and I'm about to head for the airport to come home to New York City, although I'm sure that flights will be delayed, and I'll be stuck at Heathrow with a cross-section of the Earth's population, wondering if a coke today is really worth as much as a whole meal tomorrow.

The show last night with Ellie Lawson was lots of fun!  I haven't played djembe for her since she was in NYC, so it was nice to jam again. I performed world premiers of all the songs I've written over the past few weeks, which prompted one friend to ask, "What happened to the Bossa?"

Having been to London many times before on family trips, I opted out of all of the tourist attractions except one - I did allow myself one long afternoon to get lost in the British Museum, where I marvelled at the sight of the Rosetta Stone, as well as lots of treasures from the ancient world, now in the posession of the British Empire. Exhausted, I limped through the South Asian display, giving myself one last taste of a lost India to conclude this global adventure.

I'm on my way home.