Wow…it’s again the Ides of March, that day of death to Caesar and celebrated by the Bard…and me. Every year on this day, I avoid computers…it’s the one day of the year that I don’t type on a keyboard, don’t read news on-line (as you read this, I’m probably finishing up the front section of The New York Times while enjoying a cappuchino at Central Market in downtown York listening to The Bob Edwards Show on my Tao XM2Go), don’t look at email, and…well, you get the idea. On the sixteenth life goes back to normal for another 364 days, but for this one day I’m a luddite.

So if you need me, you’ll need to come down to market and Take Five. Or wait until tomorrow, when I’m back to the grind.