I’m back. Landed at JFK just a few hours ago. I am typing this with one eye closed as the other rolls back in my head. I’m that tired. And I have so much to write about. So much, I don’t even know where I’m going to start. Or when I’m going to start. But I’m sad to report that one of the things I will not be writing about is the bottom pincher running loose in Venice . If only I’d known I may have gone in search for the guy walking around with a paper bag over his face. Or was it a bag over a camera? All I know for sure is there was a bag somewhere. I can’t remember. But according to Gadling.com the pincher in Venice was caught, and that unfortunately happened before my butt had a chance to get pinched. Or was it snapped? I mean photographed? Or am I just fantasizing about being pinched and snapped? I can’t remember. I’m too tired to remember. But I’m back.