I changed my socks at the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribuition Venue and am now on the way to KC, MO.
The son of a friend of many years is being ordained to the priesthood, Deo volente, tomorrow.
And so I take to the skies again.
Since the food at this airport is suboptimal, I picked up a Firehouse Sub on the way.
Actually, they were cordial and I was the only one in line.
Landing in my native place.
Time for the next leg.
I shall not be putting my feet on the wall, like the jackass did the other day.