Travel

Outriggers is in southeast Houston, just over the bridge from the touristy Kemah. Located beneath that same bridge at the water’s edge with power lines crossing nearby, the bar does a huge business on Tuesday evenings with wait times as much as an hour. The reason? The two dollar tacos, fish or shrimp, grilled or blackened.

According to the headline, the FDA – the Food and Drug Administration – has certified an airplane to fly. I guess the FAA – the Federal Aviation Administration – was a tad too busy that day.

Kennedy, La Guardia and Newark airports are closed this morning and, elsewhere, it looks like travellers have rescheduled. As a result, the Huntsville Alabama airport is almost empty. The TSA was almost pleasant and didn’t insist on their morning grope.

It’s an airplane day for me tomorrow. Hurricane Irene won’t affect me directly but there’s a strong chance it’ll disrupt some of the flights before I join them at an intermediate stop.

I just got word of a group that shoots Bullseye near Huntsville on Thursday night. I should get the details today and, perhaps, an invite.

Time: 3:45AM.

Scene: The bedroom. Total darkness.

[Ring, ring, ring… Anita scrabbling for phone – it’s on her side – we’re both instantly awake and wondering who died.]

The Cloud seems like a good idea. You put pictures and files into the cloud and others can get them back out no matter where they are: New York, Scottsdale, at a McDonalds in Illinois or the Starbucks in Bucharest.

Jim Henderson is serving us–that’s you and me as well as “US”–in Afghanistan.

About five years ago, the adult leader of the Boy Scouts of America troops in Phoenix said that the Arizona chapters had stopped their 100+ year old tradition of taking scouts out for camping trips to southern Arizona because “coyotes” with AK-47s were shepherding illegals into the scout camps and demanding food and water.