Mudd's the name

I suggested to Laura Jean that she tweak the radiator valves to even out the heat. I forgot to add that you never touch critical systems in an old house on a weekend and never ever on a holiday...

Waiting at the Airport

After rushing over to Laura Jean & David's to drop off their Xmas present, and a glance at the offending valve, I ran off to catch a 4:06 flight to Bismarck. The airport is quiet, which I figured, and the plane is late, which I did not figure. Rode the tram out to the B terminal -- you can see the end of the world from here. The flight to Duluth got canceled, and every body at the gate was unhappy. Taxis or bus the gate attendant said. Called my cousin. My suitecase clanks from wine & gifts. Thongs wrapping made it through. Merry Christmas to you if you celebrate this orgy of commercialism, and happy holidays to you and yours if you do not.

hmm

They moved the gate while I was at the bar and changed the departure time from 4:46 to 4:10 now 4:50. At least it's leaving. There was a Christmas Eve where I and my sister ducked out of my parent's house to pick up my brother...