I am in here.
I don’t know why our plane has to sit here burning up 1000 pounds of fuel until we are light enough to use the only runway open for business now here in the Denver International Airport, but here we sit. At least they’re giving us wine and whatnot, and letting us use the small electronics. … Continue reading (written on the plane home)
“Unattended baggage will be sold as slaves” is what I thought the loudspeakers were saying yesterday as we unloaded our stuff at the curb of the airport in Cincinnati. I think I have “wishful hearing,” combining what was actually said with a silly joke plaque I’ve seen in restaurants — “Unattended children will be sold … Continue reading The end of summer
… Of freedom in NYC this morning. What to do? What to do? Playing: Black Hand Blues from the album “Catalpa” by Jolie Holland
Other Patti and I spent a small but interesting part of the morning watching some burly young men install our new bookcase. Big beautiful thing, with 2 lamps and a ladder attached. So then we went out to lunch, shopping, and another bout of me trying to convince her to switch to a Macintosh. Me … Continue reading My day
white pebble 