Smashed bananas & random digressions

My attempt to play off of Dave's post. I can think of at least one person in my life who is not allergic to bananas. This lovely lady eats them daily, out of a jar, and with a spoon. None other than our six month old daughter. She reminds me of 61 Broadway and poker night because I feel like the day after poker every day. Coffee used to be an occasional morning thing, but now I am an addict, and I go straight to it before turning on my computer at work. Yes, I know, its hard to imagine anything coming before computers, but there is plenty. I often think about how we grew up with telephones, then pagers, then crappy computers, and now media centers. I wonder if today's babies will ever be out of touch with people. I remember recently when people close to me didn't even have mobile phones. The time I came over to 61 completely unannounced on a Saturday morning was probably the only time I have "just stopped by" anyone's house in a long time. Speaking of 61 and thinking of poker, I'm looking forward to the next time I can play. Back to work for now....