The subway is not the place you expect to get wet after a rainstorm. It's indoors after all. But when you take a moment to think about it, it makes sense. All that water in the ground has to go somewhere, and a crack is all it takes for some to leak through. But why does it have to drop down on my head everytime? And why does it always feel a little oily? . . . . . . . . . . A coworker ia a Pace alumna, so they have these things that she invited me to. Which was a little boring, and a little interesting. A history of lower Manhatten, and charitable giving through use of annuities (mostly about charitable remainder trusts, which might not work out so well anymore since revised IRS guidelines mean the calculated interest rate is usually too low to support the income stream and still leave enough of a remainder to the Charity to qualify for the tax deducted/deferred credit). But what was most interesting was how my coworker kept introducing me to Bill Kang of Organization of Chinese Americans Inc.. I wonder if she knows I'm not Chinese. . . . . . . . . . . Yesterday night was a good night. Not because I was at work until 10, but because everybody called me back. Everybody. That usually doesn't happen. Ever. And now there's a good chance I'll get to see everybody. That never happens either.