After the show, outside Carnegie Hall. The bus barely visible in the background was a shuttle to take us to the Gala Dinner at the Waldorf-Astoria. However, unfortunately I cannot provide photos of the dinner because we did not go. My wife had to fly out to Alaska on Sunday, and had gotten home from there after midnight the night before. She had the unenviable task of having to sell bonds to the Alaska Permanent Fund while the entire financial world teeters on the brink. Accordingly, she was shattered, it was late, and we scampered back to Long Island.