I’m blessed. Made it from ATL to DCA without delay or cancellation. Won’t have to spend the night in baggage claim. I’m sorry for those who are amidst the peril associated with this massive storm that seems to have slammed much of the country.
I left for Atlanta on Monday with my Bean bluchers on…things remain kinda messy around these parts…post snow and now peri-thawing. Damn, I knew a Perry Thawing in college. Nastiest mouth in school. We called him Potty Mouth Perry. He’s an Anglican Priest now. I’m a druid. Shut up.
Sitting in the ATL this evening waiting for my DCA to board and I looked behind me and saw some knucklehead reading this blog on his laptop.
So when I catch my breath I’m gonna posit on why men of a certain age should give up wearing jeans. I’m not there yet. Hell, I can still rock a pair of Lucky Brands and I’m older than dirt. I said …shut the….
LFG and I will also update you on the Science Project. It’s all about hooch tasting. I heard banjo music when LFG and I fired up the still. Ned? Ned? Mama?
And I’ll provide an update on the books I’ve accumulated over the past couple of weeks. Ned? Mama?
Onward. To bed.