bright light city

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

[Michael Bublé - Home]

Things are mostly settled now. Although the battle over the poker room still rages.

I'm going to skip the fact that this is clearly not Alaska and somehow there is a tattoo on me, just for a moment. More importantly, where are my wife and daughter?

Explanations Please Now would be appreciated.