Brad and I watched The War Room the other night, which reminded me of a moment we shared in New York City during the New York City marathon weekend. We were in the Sony Plaza Public Space Starbucks Saturday morning getting some caffeine for me before driving the marathon route with Matt and Mariquita Blumberg so Brad could know what he would be seeing mile by mile on Sunday. I was waiting for my non-fat grande mocha, no whip cream to be prepared when I recognized James Carville in line. He was wearing space age running shoes and looked like he could easily run the marathon himself. He chatted in his distinctive southern accent with another woman waiting for her beverage. His drink that day was, in fact, a quad shot vanilla latte. With caffeine.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 