<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn is tuckered out and decides to make a night of it.  That’s fine, but I have one last thing that needs to be taken care of.  I walk over to the concierge office, Corrine—does she ever sleep?  Her raised eyebrow indicates some surprise and certainty that I have a request.<strong>“Good evening.  Ms. Rosendahl and I are leaving tomorrow which you know.  Might you contact Sam—the hotdog man on 42nd and 5th, 4 dogs Warcaof style?  He’ll know.  And maybe one of those orange drinks.”</strong>I wink and turn back to get to bed, looking forward to the great adventure.<em>Hee-hee!</em><br/>