I’m on my way for what’ll be a fairly long Italian sojourn, to include two pilgrimages.
Remember when hurricanes were all female? When did that change?
I’m in the air connected with the inflight WiFi. After a live chat with a tech guy at Gogo about whether or not there would be wifi all the way to FCO on my flight, i was assured there would be and he made sure I had a day pass. Thanks “Albert”.
I’m listening to music from the film 13 Hours In Benghazi… appropriate during this election cycle. One cut in particular makes my throat tighten a bit every time I hear it.
I wonder if the wifi and this phone app can successfully post a short video…
Nope. I’ll try again later
I’m watching a documentary on the Fastball! Very cool.
And then there’s this guy. 1.12
Anyway…. it’s a hoot.
I met this guy once.
Went around some weather.
And as I now shut off movies and the like to get some shut eye, a woman across the isle – who had a drinkie-poo – with a voice like into a saw designed to cut through large slabs of asphalt is regaling her friends ahead of her all about how she doesn’t really care about her hair. And it goes on and on and on. Wash and repeat?
The story thus far…
I dozed off it seems. Good.