Loen's and my victory cigars coming home from IkasuCon. Really fun stuff. We out-Bernanked Bernanke on that band trip!
As we drove up to the on-ramp, we were lit up, and it were puffing away. We stopped at the stoplight to make our turn, and in the right lane, in a big silver pickup, a lovely brunette lass caught sight of us, grinned real big, and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. I would have loved to get her to be in a picture with us, but that's the stuff restraining orders are made of.