I am trying to recreate the first part of last night’s post, which I somehow managed to launch into the Great Unknown. Unfortunately, like the character in Pogo who could write but not read, I’m exactly sure what I wrote. But here goes. I haven’t written about the purpose of this trip yet, why I am here instead of, for example, trying to convince you all what a great time this is to buy a new Toyota, Jeep, Dodge, Chrysler, or fine used car. It is not out of spite for my lack of invitations to The Inaugural. Actually, I got one, although it came with an offer for a Commemorative Pin for $19.95, or one of those special Yobama profile plates. Nor is because Patty won’t let me smoke cigars in the house. An answer is that both Patty and I learned at the knee (whatever that means; in my case it might have been more often over the knee) about the importance of giving back. Patty expresses that in the work she does for Mass General and the 79 or 82 or 106 other wonderful things she does in the community. Part of my road in that direction resulted in my being offered ...