Sayonara, Rob!

A little while ago I was sitting at the Stoned Lion having a beer with Jenn McSpadden, and she said, "Let's call Rob." The Old(ham) Boy is leaving for the Land of the Rising Sun on Thursday morning, and I'm sure he couldn't be more excited. So Jenn gave him a ring, and we interrupted his packing, but it was good to say "Sayonara, Motherfucker" in, of course, the most affectionate manner.
Besides, I'm sure Stacy won't mind having a bit of breathing room. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. Or is that Absinthe, I forget! Anyway, Domo Arigato,, Mr. Roboto. See ya on the return! For Once into the East!