Jules just e-mailed me the following:
"i’d love to help but i’m going to be [in] new jersey, in hoboken, at dinner with my cousins. i can’t put it off – it is a special night, their son is performing somewhere, i’m hooked in. and i think it starts early…i’d even have been dumb enough to go to jfk not that i have ANY interest at all in going to the game to see detroit (! of all boring teams) play the yankees in the cold. but i would have done it. i can’t though. they’re very very nice people and i don’t want to stuff them around, esp. as now i really do feel i’m moving here…zacky, what can i do to help? who else can you ask? can i deliver your stuff to someone else who will meet you?"
So, uh, anyone else interested? Lia? Brooke? Ben? Naturi? Paige? Cal Ripken, Jr.?
By the way, Jules is moving here from Australia. Yay.
(THE NON-BASEBALL TRAVEL UPDATE, DAY 12: Martha and I went back to that huge market and ate all the pastries in sight. I napped all afternoon, then had dinner with my whole family and an 84-year-old man named Reuven Feuerstein. He’s a renowned child psychologist who founded the International Center for the Enhancement of Learning Potential. I won’t get into it here, but he’s amazing.)