When we got out of the car, the first thing Charlie did was adjust his "Charlie's Angels" t-shirt so that his insulin pump was visible to his fellow diabetic comrades.

Then he scoped the area for others who sported similar machinery. If there was a "D" signal on the pump, he would have surely activated it.

Calling all diabetics! Calling all diabetics! Rendezvous at the Tastykake table in 5. Tell your mothers you feel low.

We had a gorgeous day filled with sunshine and the support of great friends and family who walked beside us for a cure at Rutgers University's agricultural campus.

Due to the awful economy, I had anticipated a disappointing fundraising campaign this year. Amazingly, that's not what happened at all. I'm extremely pleased to report that Charlie's Angels kicked some serious fundraising ass, raising $10,000 for type 1 diabetes research. But it gets better. My company will match $5,000. But wait, it gets even better. On top of the match, my company will contribute a separate $10,000 grant to JDRF. $25,000! We are so fortunate to have such wonderful and generous friends committed to finding a cure. And one thing is certain – I can never leave this company.

One might think you'd see a lot of people with diabetes at a Walk to Cure Diabetes. These days, finding the diabetic in the crowd is like finding a needle in a haystack (no pun intended). It's a testament to how far technology for diabetes treatment has come.

Somehow I think it would be a tad easier to spot the diabetic at the 1st Century A.D. Walk to Cure Diabetes. Back when diabetes was described by Greek physicians as "the melting down of flesh and limbs into urine." I also suspect the DJ at the 1st Century A.D. Walk to Cure Diabetes wouldn't be spinning "Hot in Herre" by Nelly as was the case on Sunday.

"It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes. I am getting so hot I wanna take my clothes off."

Good, clean family fun.  

Charlie had a great time. He loves the walk. He loves that his name is on our shirts. It makes him feel "famous," he told us.

When other teams were long gone and the JDRF crew began packing up tables and chairs and loading hay bales onto trucks, our group was still there, enjoying each other's company and my wife's amazing cinnamon sugar butter cookies.

Walking alone with Charlie, he turned to me.

"So, no cure?"

"No, Chooch. Not yet."