It was Jan. 29, 2010 when I helped Kristina pack up her final belongings at her apartment in Hoboken, N.J., before my work wife moved from New York to Los Angeles. This past weekend she returned for the first time since—and Sunday I was back in Hoboken to hang with she and Christa.
Man, did it rain. This was no summer shower... more like barrels of water dumped over the region for a three-hour span. But in the desolate pub where we all talked 500 mph, there was nuttin' but bright light.