Chapter 14

Friday, September 2, 2016

I managed to sleep until 8:30 on my morning off. My phone rang while I was in the shower. I let it go to voice message until I finished showering and drying off. I still naked in the bathroom when I listened to the message. “Hey TEAMMATE! Give me a call, Jay.” I punched the button to return Jay’s call immediately.

“QB3, baby!” Jay exalted. “I did it. I made it.”

“Congratulations,” I said. “I am so happy for you.”

“I thought for sure I was cooked when the team called a little after eight this morning,” Jay said. “They said, “Coach Tolbert wants to see you.’ I didn’t relax until they added, ‘Do NOT bring your playbook. You are going to need it this season.’ What a relief.”

“I wonder when they let Taylor know,” I commented.

“Just before they called me,” Jay said. “He was in the locker room packing his shit when I got in. He is pissed. I gave him a wide berth before I went in to see Coach Tolbert.”

“Probably a politic move,” I said.

“Coach Tolbert’s meeting was brief,” Jay said. “He congratulated me on making the roster. He told I was expected to bust my ass this season, same as I did in the spring and summer.”

“I don’t imagine that is a problem for you,” I said.

“You know the weirdest thing about all this?” Jay said. “You know I’ve been staying at the Holiday Inn since training camp broke, thanks to the CBA. The team has to provide living accommodations for guys like me who don’t have a home in this city. Now that I am on the team, it is ‘Welcome to the roster. Get the hell out of our hotel.’ Allison is flying in tonight and we have no place to stay.”

“I can offer help there,” I said. “At least for a few days. I have an empty spare bedroom that you and Allison are welcome to use. Be prepared for some noise at bedtime. I haven’t seen my girlfriend in thirty-seven days.”

“I am in the same boat,” Jay replied. “I haven’t seen my wife in forty-one days. I think we will be doing the same thing you two are doing.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“Shit!” Jay said. “I just realized. I don’t have a car here. How am I going to get all my shit down to your place?”

“If you hang out at the training center for an hour or so, I’ll come pick you up,” I offered. “I need to get dressed and have breakfast first, but I have time today after that to get you moved out of the hotel.”

“You are a life saver, Andy,” Jay said. “I’ll see you later here at our training center.”

I no more than ended one call before my phone rang again. I stared at the name on the screen before answering the call.

“Yes, Taylor?” I said neutrally.

“Fucking Rams cut me!” Taylor cursed.

“Are they going to offer you a spot on the practice squad if you clear waivers?” I asked.

“They say they are,” Taylor snapped. “Fuck’em. I am out of here. I don’t need to put up with their racist shit.”

“Racist?” I said. “Careful my friend. People are watching how you deal with adversity right now. NFL careers are short as is. You need to be building bridges not burning them down.”

“Yeah ... yeah, you’re right,” Taylor admitted.

“Do you really think race had anything to do with the choice for QB3? Who had more touchdowns this preseason?”

“Jay did,” Taylor admitted.

“Who had more interceptions?”

“I did,” Taylor said. “But I know this offense better.”

“Do you today?” I asked. “Did you see Jay calling audibles to get out of bad plays in the first quarter?”

“Yeah he did,” Taylor agreed. “He stopped doing that when he was in during the second half.”

“He told me why last night,” I said. “He was worried that the young kids might not know the audibles.”

“I know how that is,” Taylor said. “I called an audible in the fourth quarter and Wemberly missed it. He was supposed to switch to an out route and instead he ran the post. That was why I got that ball intercepted.”

“So, what are you going to do?” I asked.

“I guess I’ll try to build bridges,” Taylor said. “I’ll hang out at the hotel until I find out if the team picks me up. The Rams do have enough class to allow me to stay there on their dime until Monday.”

“That is nice of them,” I replied. “They kicked Jay’s ass out first thing this morning. He has to get busy and find an apartment real quick.” Taylor laughed.

“They kicked him out?” Taylor said. “Good!”

“Touch base with me before you leave town, if you have to leave,” I said.

“I will,” Taylor promised. I felt bad for my friend but there was nothing I could do to help. I would have felt bad if the tables had been turned and Jay was cut instead. Cut down days just sucked!

I dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading over to our training center. I bumped into Mike Wemberly in the parking lot.

“I wanted to thank you for all your help, Andrew,” Mike said as we shook hands. “I got the call to come in and see Coach Tolbert and to bring my playbook. I know what it means.”

“Good luck, wherever you end up, Mike,” I said. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“The pleasure has been mine,” Mike responded. “You’ve been so helpful since I arrived.” He went inside and upstairs to get axed. I found Jay hiding out in the video room, watching film from Miami. We would play them next weekend.

Jay and I headed over to the Holiday Inn and gathered up his belongings – a couple suitcases and a box of odds and ends. Jay googled rental car places. Thankfully an Enterprise Rent-a-Car place was only a few blocks from the Holiday Inn. I drove Jay over and waited until he was hooked up with a car.

Jay followed me south to Westlake Village and my condo. We parked by the complex office. I took Jay inside to see Mr. Dunfield. He was wearing the Rams T-shirt I gave him a couple weeks earlier. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to butter up the super for the gated complex.

“I want to introduce Jay Nicholson to you,” I explained. “Jay was an undrafted rookie free agent and suddenly finds himself on the Rams season roster. He plans to stay with me for a few days until he gets settled and finds himself an apartment of his own.”

“You had a hell of a game last night, Mr. Nicholson,” Mr. Dunfield said. “That last touchdown to the Ponce kid was amazing.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Jay said.

“You can tell Mr. Dunfield is a big Rams fan,” I said. “Can I get a second key to my condo? Jay needs to set his own schedule rather than depending on me to let him in and lock up when he leaves.”

“We can do that, Andrew,” Mr. Dunfield agreed. “By the way, Mr. Nicholson, I am available to show you some of the condos here at our complex. We have excellent units available at a reasonable rate.”

“My wife is flying in tonight,” Jay said. “We already have an apartment back in Harrisonburg, Virginia where my wife has a job. Me making the roster was a bit of a surprise. Right now, my wife and I have no idea what we are going to do. Will she move out here with me? Do I split time between here and Virginia after the season ends? I will pass on checking out units until Allison and I have a better idea of what we are doing.”

“Come see me when you are ready to shop,” Mr. Dunfield said. “I will be happy to show what is available in this community.”

“I appreciate that,” Jay said.

We drove our cars over to my unit. I let Jay into my unit. Jay stopped short when he stepped in the front door. He stared out the big balcony glass doors at Westwood Lake.

“Nice view of the lake,” Jay marveled as he glanced in my bedroom and saw Westlake in the distance. I put his box down on his bedroom floor. Jay set down his suitcases and stared at the room. He looked out at the ocean view again. “This is just amazing.”

“Can I give you the benefit of my experience apartment hunting in LA?” I asked.

“Sure, Andy,” Jay agreed.

“How much do you and Allison pay for your apartment in Harrisonburg?”

“We pay $785 a month for a 1250 square foot two-bedroom apartment,” Jay answered.

“In LA $785 will get you a broom closet with a bathroom down the hall,” I said. “I looked at places under 1,000 square feet that went for $1,700 to $2,200 a month. They were tiny, run down and not in the nicest neighborhoods.”

“You’re joking!” Jay said, aghast.

“I am not,” I responded. “Be prepared to spend some money if you want a nice place to live.”

“How can I afford it on what I made this summer?” Jay asked. “Hell, after the check I got this morning for the last two weeks of training camp, I don’t know when or how much I get paid.”

“You are making the rookie minimum, I assume,” I said. Jay nodded yes. “$450,000 a year, split into eight paychecks. You get one check after every two regular season games. The next paycheck will come out in two weeks, after our second regular season game.”

“And I get an eighth of the year’s salary then?” Jay asked. I nodded yes. “That’s like over $56,000.”

“Closer to $33,000 when you take out taxes and the other deductions,” I said.

“Still, I shouldn’t think of myself as poor,” Jay said.

“You’re not poor anymore,” I responded.

“I have no idea where to start looking for an apartment? Google?” Jay asked.

“Call La’Roi Glover right now,” I said. “Have you met La’Roi?”

“I met him, but I am not real clear on what he does,” Jay said.

“He is our Director of Player Engagement,” I said. “His job is to make it easy for us players to find housing, wheels and meals so we can concentrate on playing football.”

“I’ll give him a call,” Jay said.

“I’m heading back to Thousand Oaks to pick up groceries for the week,” I said. “Do you want anything? I should probably get something for both of us for lunch, at minimum.”

“That sounds OK,” Jay agreed. “I figure I’ll grab dinner at one of the restaurants near the airport before I pick up Allison.”

“That’s cool,” I agreed.

“Do you have Wi-Fi here, Andy?” Jay asked.

“I’ll get you the code so you can log on,” I replied.

I headed over to the Albertsons grocery store and stocked up on food for Heather and me for the weekend and breakfast and some snacks for me for the rest of the week. Jay was pouring over an apartment search website when I got back.

“You weren’t kidding about the cost to rent around here,” Jay said. “It blows my mind.”

“Can La’Roi Glover help you?”

“He will line up a realtor to help Allison and me find a place tomorrow,” Jay replied. “What do you and Heather have planned for the day?”

“Together time and I am taking her dress shopping,” I answered. “Chris Long invited us to a party tomorrow night.”

“Oh,” Jay allowed.

“I am sure he would have invited you, if he’d known you would still be part of the team today,” I said.

I was being polite when I fibbed. I knew Chris Long only handed out about a dozen invitations to team members, just the stars on the team. I was pleased Jay made the team, but he wasn’t nor was expected to be a star on the team anytime soon.

“I suppose I should just be happy to be here today,” Jay said. “Not attending a party will give Allison and I more quiet time to figure out what in the hell we are going to do with our lives. You know ... making the team is fantastic but Allison and I never planned out what would happen if I managed to get a spot. Now we are flying by the seats of our pants.”

“I’ll help the two of you however I can,” I offered.

“I know you will, and I appreciate everything you are doing,” Jay said.

“Are you going to have Mr. Dunfield take you on a tour of the available units here?” I asked.

“I guess Allison and I will tomorrow,” Jay said. “I looked up this place on the internet. Did you know the cheapest apartment around here costs $2,200 a month?”

“Right, I did,” I agreed. “Which translates to about half a two-game paycheck this season at the rookie minimum salary to pay for a full year. Do you think you can live on the other $424,000 or so you get for the remaining fifteen games?”

Jay laughed and shook his head. “Allison and I have been pinching pennies since we got married. I guess we could afford to live in this area, if we want to.”

“It pays to continue watching your pennies even as your spendable income goes up,” I added. “That way you have some money left at the end of this odyssey they call the National Football League.”

“My agent preaches that to me nearly every time we talk,” Jay agreed. “NFL – Not for Long.”

“Who do you use for your agent?” I asked.

“Joe Jenkins,” Jay answered. “He is a young guy, but he seems excellent for my needs. Who is your agent?”

“Max Solomon,” I said.

“I should have guessed,” Jay said. “Same as Kyle. You are lucky to have Max Solomon. He is probably one of the top agents, but he only works with a small number of high draft picks. I couldn’t even get an interview with him when I was agent shopping.”

“Max does like to keep his business like a family,” I agreed. “I think I met Jenkins. I think Kyle interviewed him at our house when he was picking out an agent. I recall Kyle thought he was a pretty decent agent.”

“I should call Joe today and sound him out about my getting set up out here in LA,” Jay said. “I better get back to studying the apartment listings, if I want to be ready for tomorrow.”

I made sandwiches for Jay and me for lunch. I spent part of the afternoon straightening up my condo so it would look presentable to Heather. The remainder of the afternoon went to studying video of the Miami Dolphins, our first opponent.

The Dolphins were quarterbacked by my brother’s college QB and roommate, Chip Brinton. Chip earned the starting QB spot in Miami halfway thru his rookie season. The next season and a half were rough, but he managed to get the Dolphin offense working by the end of last season. We would need to score some points to keep up with Chip and his gang. Fortunately, the Dolphins defense didn’t look all that good. They lost their best defensive lineman to free agency last spring. Their best cornerback retired. Dylan, myself and the rest of our gang should be able to put up some points against these guys.

About 4:30 in the afternoon I checked in with Jay in the spare bedroom. “I’m about to start making supper. Do you want to join me for the meal?”

“Thanks for the offer, Andy,” Jay replied. “I think I’ll go with a later dinner and grab something at one of the restaurants near the airport. That should give me time to pick up Allison after she arrives from Richmond.”

“I understand,” I agreed. “I am eating a little early, so I have time to pick up Heather. She is flying out of Harrisburg tonight. You and Allison make yourselves at home if you get back from the airport ahead of Heather and me.”

“We will,” Jay agreed.

Jay took off for the airport about half an hour later, just as I sat down for dinner. I ate and cleaned up the kitchen before heading up to the airport. I left myself ninety minutes to get there even though Google Map said it would take me forty-five minutes to get there. I figured there would be a lot of people flying into LA for the weekend. The first fifteen miles took me forty minutes. The last 2.9 miles took me thirty-five minutes to get to Parking Garage 4 and get a space.

I walked across to the baggage claim area in Terminal 4. I was surprised to see Jay Nicholson standing in the baggage claim area watching the flight board for status.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I announced as I walked up to my friend. “I take it Allison is flying American.”

“Yes,” Jay agreed. “She took a commuter flight out of Richmond down to Charlotte and then fly to LA from there.” I laughed out loud.

“American 721?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” Jay asked.

“Heather took a commuter flight from Harrisburg to Charlotte,” I explained. “I guess our ladies are on the same flight. Wouldn’t it be something if they met up?”

“Stranger things have happened,” Jay agreed. “I guess we should have compared notes about the flights. Two cars are more than we need for the pickup.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jay and I waited about ten minutes until the flight board showed American 721 was on the ground. We waited another ten minutes until we spotted our ladies together on the down escalator. Heather was wearing an 85 Rams replica jersey, my jersey number. Allison was a step behind her, wearing a blue Rams polo shirt.

“I think our ladies have met,” Jay remarked. Jay and I walked over to the bottom of the escalator. I gave Heather a big hug and kiss when she stepped off. Jay did the same to Allison.

“I guess formal introductions won’t be needed,” I teased. “I see you ladies have met already.”

“Actually, formal introductions are in order,” Jay responded. “I have never been formally introduced to your lovely girlfriend, Andy.”

“My apologies,” I said. “Jay ... Jason Nicholson, this is Heather Miller. Heather, this is my friend and the Rams new QB3, Jay Nicholson.”

“It is nice to meet you, Jay,” Heather replied, shaking Jay’s hand.

“It is entirely my pleasure,” Jay said. He chuckled and asked, “I know you are from Paradise. Are you perhaps related to the famous Jets scout, Jon Miller?”

“I have an older brother, Jon,” Heather said, “But he doesn’t work for the Jets. He’s a writer.”

“You’ve never heard the story about the prank Kyle pulled on Aaron Morano when Aaron was waiting for the NFL draft as he finished college?” I asked.

“No.”

Jay and I explained the prank Kyle pulled as revenge for a prank Aaron helped pull earlier in the semester. Jon Miller called Aaron, pretending to be a scout for the Jets, sending Aaron into a tizzy.

“Who is Aaron Morano?” Heather asked.

“You’ve heard me talk about him,” I answered. “He plays for the 49ers and is one of the best cornerbacks in the league.”

“The funniest part of the whole thing is that ESPN and the national press heard and spread our rumor for us,” Jay said. “It made the whole thing totally convincing.”

“Which baggage carousel do we need?” I asked. We searched a bit and found the proper location in a couple minutes time. Jay and I helped our ladies collect their bags. Thankfully Heather and Allison both were traveling light. We carried their bags out to our cars and then headed north for my condo.

“I didn’t get time to warn you,” I said. “We have house guests this weekend. Jay and Allison will be in the spare bedroom.” I explained the how the CBA required the team to provide housing to out of town team members during OTAs and training camp. Now that Jay made the roster and it was regular season, he was on his own for housing.

“That’s fine,” Heather agreed when I explained the situation. “It will be nice to have a friendly face around that understands my dilemma. Do I rip myself away from my home and move across the country to be with the man I love? It is a scary choice and a huge decision.”

“It is,” I agreed. “I hope you get more comfortable with southern California this weekend. It is a nice place to live, if you can afford it.” I chuckled. “And we can afford it.”

Traffic wasn’t bad heading back to my apartment, once we were clear of the airport. Jay and I helped our ladies move into our rooms. Both couples went to bed immediately. Any amorous intentions I had went away after Heather feel asleep as we cuddled and kissed. I may have wanted more but Heather had put in a full day of work and eight hours of travel to get here. Her body told her it was 1:30 in the morning and way past time to sleep.

I woke up about eight o’clock on Saturday morning. Heather, Jay and Allison were still dead to the world. I had some coffee and reviewed the morning newspaper. Jay’s alarm clock woke him up about ten minutes after I settled in to read the paper. Jay and Allison didn’t waste any time cleaning up or dressing for the morning. They had a ten o’clock appointment with the realtor to look at apartments.

Heather woke up soon after Jay and Allison left. I poked my head into the bedroom and queried, “Morning. Lover. Would you like to finish what we tried to start last night before your shower?”

“Are you planning to keep me in bed all day?” Heather teased.

“All day? No,” I answered. “Just the morning. I made 12:30 lunch reservations at Spago for us.”

“Spago? Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant?” Heather asked.

“The very same,” I said. “Rodeo Drive is nearby. I figure that will be a good place to get you outfitted for the party tonight.”

“Rodeo Drive? This party tonight,” Heather said. “My head is still spinning. Do you have any idea who will be at the party?”

“Some of the stars on our team,” I said, “stars from the old LA Rams teams and some people Chris Long’s father Howie thought we should meet. Howie Long is...”

“I have a brother and a father who are die-head Eagles fans,” Heather said. “I have seen enough Fox NFL Sunday to know who Howie Long is. Are there going to be stars or famous directors or such at the party?”

“I don’t know the guest list,” I replied. “Chris kind of implied there may be, but let’s just take things as they come. We will dress up nice and go to the party and then see what happens after that.”

“This party blows my mind,” Heather said. “I didn’t come out here for it. Get undressed and join me in bed and show me why I endured eight hours of travel this weekend.”

“My pleasure,” I agreed. I disrobed and joined Heather in my bed. Half an hour later our passions were temporarily satisfied. More could come Saturday night after the party and on Sunday. The two of us showered and dressed for our afternoon exploring LA.

Traffic wasn’t too terrible getting south to Beverly Hills. It is quite a haul from Westlake. I found a public parking garage on Rodeo Drive. We parked the car there and walked the block and a half to Spagos.

Chef Puck has a beautiful restaurant. After reviewing the menu, Heather decided to go with the lobster club sandwich. I chose the Wagyu steak. Heather and I finished off lunch with a Dark Chocolate Creamaux, which featured caramel mousse, blackberries, crème fraiche and chocolate almond crumbles over a 70% cacao chocolate ice cream. Spagos was extravagantly expensive, but the food was extravagantly good and worth every penny I paid.

Heather and I strolled over to Rodeo Drive and window shopped for a bit. Eventually Heather found a store that interested her, and we headed inside. The receptionist took our names and had us take seats. “Suzanne will be with you shortly.”

An elegantly appointed lady in her mid-thirties came out a few minutes later. “How may I be of service today? I am Suzanne Avila”

“I am looking for an appropriate dress for a party,” Heather said.

“What sort of party is this?” Suzanne said.

“Sportscaster Howie Long is hosting a party for current and past members of the LA Rams,” I explained. “His son indicated that his father also wanted to introduce us to some of the people we should know around town.”

“A listers?” Suzanne asked.

“Perhaps,” I responded. “Chris wasn’t clear, but I would assume there will be. Better to be overdressed than underdressed.”

Suzanne smiled and stared at Heather, “Dear, hang on to this man.”

“Mr. Martin, why don’t you have a seat,” Suzanne suggested. “I will take your girlfriend back to try a few things. We’ll let you see her as we zero in on the perfect dress to make your girlfriend look fabulous.”

“That’s fine,” I agreed.

Suzanne commented to Heather as they walked towards the back of the shop, “I love your skin. It looks fantastic. Your hair compliments it so well.”

I sat and waited about fifteen minutes as Heather and Suzanne considered various dresses. Heather came by to show me a couple dresses. They looked nice enough to me. She decided against each. I knew dress shopping was going to be painful for me, but I was reaching the end of my patience. I decided I would be hyper-enthusiastic about the next dress, hopefully influencing Heather to finally decide on one.

The joke was on me. Heather came back to the front wearing a slinky red dress. All I could do was stare and mumble, “Oh my God!” Every male between twelve and ninety-two was going to stare and mumble incoherently when they saw my girl in this amazing dress. Finally, I gulped and added, “This is the dress. You look stunning, honey.”

“You think so?” Heather asked as she twirled in front of me.

“I know so,” I admired.

“I guess we will take it,” Heather said.

“Do you have a bag that will go with this dress?” Suzanne asked.

“No, I will need something,” Heather said. I slumped down in my chair. I was going to be waiting awhile longer. The ladies needed fifteen minutes to find the perfect bag to compliment Heather’s new dress. The dress and handbag were expensive, but it was my idea to take Heather to a fancy Hollywood party. It was only fair that I pay for her clothes for the party. She could never afford the dress on a first-year architect’s salary.

Heather insisted we stop at a nearby shoe store so she could get shoes to match her new outfit. I smiled and soldiered onward. I had two older, married brothers who clued me in on proper behavior for a man while his woman went shopping – smile, sign the bill and carry the bags. I didn’t really mind. Heather was going to blow people’s minds when they saw how beautiful she was tonight.

We stopped by Grauman’s Chinese Theater, now called TLC Chinese Theater. We walked the Walk of Fame before heading home. I detoured on my way north to the small taco shop in Thousand Oaks Mrs. Denning told me about in March when we were apartment shopping. Heather looked askance when I pulled into the parking lot of the concrete block restaurant.

“You took me to Spagos for lunch,” Heather said, “one of the fanciest restaurants in Beverly Hills. Now we stop for diner at ... at a ... dive?”

“Trust me, honey,” I replied with a smile. “Order the fish tacos. I thought a light diner would make sense to tide us over until the party.”

“Really?” Heather asked.

“Have I steered you wrong yet today?”

“No,” she agreed.

We headed inside the small restaurant. We both ordered two grilled fish tacos for our diner.

“That was amazing!” Heather said as she wiped some sauce off the corner of her lip after enjoying the last bite of taco. “Who would have thought a little place like this would put out food this good?”

“I didn’t pick a random taco stand,” I said. “The realtor who helped me find my condo turned me on to this place. I’ve stopped by a couple times since March to enjoy their specialty.”

“I am glad you brought me here,” Heather said.

“Let’s roll,” I suggested. “We have to get ready for a party. I can’t wait to see you in your new dress again.” We drove across Long Beach and back to my apartment.

Jay and Allison were hanging out in the living room, talking, when we returned home. “How did the apartment hunting go?” I asked.

“More important, is Jay going to be a part-time bachelor or are you moving out here to be with him?” Heather added.

“The five weeks Jay spent out here during OTAs and the five weeks of training camp were miserable,” Allison answered. “I wanted my man with me. I have a four-year nursing degree and passed the RN test. I love Virginia and Harrisonburg, but we don’t have an NFL team nearby. Given a choice between staying in Virginia and not having Jay with me for six months a year or moving out here, I choose to move.”

“It’s going to be tight,” Jay added. “We are renting one of the one-bedroom apartments in a complex down the hill from here. The apartment is tiny compared to what we have now, and the price is outrageous but it is nice.”

“We can’t say that about most of the other apartments we looked at today,” Allison said.

“Welcome to the Westlake,” I responded.

“Are you sure?” Heather asked. “This is a really fast decision.”

“I think so,” Allison responded. “I can’t do another six months apart from Jay. You should understand, Heather.”

“I’ve had a taste of what it is like this past month,” Heather agreed.

“I know I am a long shot in the NFL,” Jay added. “I am QB3 and barely made the roster. Will I stay for a few games? Half a season or maybe the whole season? I have a BA and an MA in communications. I want to become a sportscaster after I finish playing football. Where am I better set to attract the eye of someone at ESPN, FOX Sports, CBS Sports or NBC Sports? Harrisonburg, Virginia or Los Angeles?”

“Good point,” I agreed. “You are welcome to use my second bedroom as long as you need it until you get moved and settled in at your new place.”

“I appreciate your generosity, Andrew,” Jay said.

“It is very nice of you,” Allison agreed.

“We should probably start getting ready for the party,” Heather suggested. “I glanced at my watch. We had an hour and a half until we needed to leave. That was far more time than I needed to shower and dress in my suit.

“Why don’t you get started,” I said. “I’ll be in shortly.”

I talked with Jay and Allison as they prioritized their list of things to do to accomplish the move from Virginia to LA. I was able to help with one of Jay’s questions.