My View For Awhile: Northward

Off I go into the sunrise… sort of.

Back to the northern chill after a good visit with my mother.


The trip continueth after a hiatus in the lounge in ATL.

It is by now nearly an inexorable cosmic truth that at least on gate during a trip will be the one of the last gates in a concourse.

Meanwhile, this time I’m reading a ripping good yarn on the Kindle (thanks to a recent gift – a whole slew – from a reader) by Joel Rosenberg that reminds me of a previous life. Yeehaw.

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