The plane took off at six. My feet hit the floor at 3:45 am. Thee was
prep and driving with not much waiting. The security in Ithaca was
much more scrutenizing and focused than what we have seen I'm recent
past. Now I am in Philly with the damned chutes and ladders stuff with
the remote terminal, the bus with great lunging and jerking that is
extra fun with bags and computer backpack. High point for me was
mummermania on the tv when I was getting water. Man, I love those
banjo playing, sparkly, oddballs doing their strut with symphonies of
banjos making a waca waca din. Miami will be the next stop.