Moo 2: The Re-Herding

An other center seat, but further back, all the better to smell the exhaust fumes from the jet engines.

Note to my fellow travelers: You will have to bend down to remove your shoes when you go through the security gate. Please be considerate of those who will see what they see when you bend over to take off your shoes. That thong that you are wearing might bring delight to you and to those with whom you are intimate. For the folks behind you in the line, not so much.

When I arrived at the Avis lot, my rental car was running and warm, a nice touch for a cold Chicago night. About a half foot of snow fell during the day, but the roads were clear.

Big city TV may be lame, but big city radio can be interesting. On the ride from O'Hare, I heard Latin music backed with a German polka band (complete with tuba).

Friend Tom reminded me that the blog style of writing has been around for a long time, that we're employing some new technology and names, but what we're doing remains the same. Going back to the 50s, my mother kept up the Hakkarainen Clipping Service (motto: no obligation to read, acknowledge, or return). She would send magazine and newspaper clippings, sometimes whole books, and, later, photocopies. I brought out an web version a few years ago and a marginally more technical blog a couple of years later.