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Back when 300 baud dial-up was new – yeah, that’s a long time ago, all right – we had a “guest” login to a mainframe where a friend worked. He had administrative privileges and, being the generous sort, we were “in”.

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.

Midday yesterday, the twelve senior engineers flipped from skepticism to “how do I …?”

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.

The following analogy captures the core of where I feel myself to be in my understanding.

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.]