Hello, Seattle! Glad you could include me in your regrets issue. Six weeks in Tahiti has really given me some time to reflect on what happened with the monorail, and, more importantly, my role... Hang on one sec. Um, I believe I ordered a coconut daiquiri, not strawberry? And can I get an umbrella in it? No, no, not a problem.
Okay. Where were we? Ah, yes—the monorail. Yeah, yeah, $11 billion, I know, I know. But you know what? I went to Stanford. I understand debt service. I understand how the bond market works. The P-I doesn't, the public doesn't—that's okay. If people don't understand how year-of-expenditure dollars work, that's the way it is. I can be the bad guy... Hold on. Sure, honey, I'd love some more suntan oil. Let me just roll over and...
Anyway, I don't want to bore you with this stuff. Great project. I had a great time. I'm trying to think of what I regret. A lot of people blame the mayor or the board for screwing things up, but I was the director and as the saying goes, the buck stops... What's that? Oh, my three o'clock hot-rock massage! Missed my hot-rock massage appointment yesterday. That's what I regret. Ahhhhhhhh... So, yeah. Gotta run. Wish you were here!