Travel

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.

What follows is an email to an associate about to travel to Cedar Rapids Iowa from which I just returned. He’s a martini man, by the way; Loves his martinis.

Assuming flights are on time today, I’ll be at the customer’s location late this afternoon to re-image the disk drives of our lab systems (via Ghost) with the correct contents for tomorrow’s class.