Off I go again, happily not for conference or speech but for adventure and vacation.
Meanwhile, I haven’t said much about the papal voyage.
Here’s a comment.
This morning a friend alerted me to the fact that Raul Castro gave His Holiness a crucifix made with boat paddles of migrants dead in the Mediterranean. Perhaps the Segreteria should give Castro one made of paddles of fugitives from his regime who were eaten alive by sharks.
It is of interest that large men are consistently aware of the space they occupy and take pains not to knock in the head every person in the aisle seats.
A couple rows away, with strong sibilants and up-talk, from a guy:
“OMG you too? That’s why I never wear white on airplanes anymore. You get home just covered with spots!”
Nearby a guy has town open what I make out to be his fifth… no… sixth packet of cookies. For that crunchy breakfast I guess.
And then there was the drama of the spilled coffee in the row behind me.
In the club online for a bit.
The train is stuck in place today. People have to hoof it. Happily my next gate is close.
A guy was shouting down his phone.
“At the time I didn’t know that taking that money was a felony in Wisconsin!”
Boarded and bored. Nice guy next to me and, so far, an empty seat between! Fingers crossed.