Travel-Weary
Got home from Milwaukee Friday night just after midnight. Now I’m at the airport again, waiting for a flight to Phoenix on my way to Tucson for two days. Don’t envy me, though, I’ll just be working most of the time. It is in the low 80s there, however, so I had to toss my Milwaukee weeds in favor of the polo shirts. Packed a pair of shorts, too, just to be frivolous. I don’t really think I’ll wear them, it cools off to mid-40s at night.
This stretch of November has turned into a real marathon. I’ll get back from Tucson Tuesday night, catch up on Seattle work on Wednesday, then catch a redeye Wednesday night for Charleston, SC, where I’ll meet up with my mom, brothers and their wives to watch the Ohio State-Michigan game and have an oyster roast at my middle brother’s place near Charleston. We’ve made this a mini-tradition the last 2 - 3 years. The chances are the weather there will beat the hell out of sprouting hemorrhoids on an icy metal bench in Ann Arbor.
Although, what’s up with the mild autumn in the midwest? I tune into a TV game in Columbus or Madison, and it’s sunny and 70 degrees at kickoff. Meanwhile, it’s 40-ish and pouring here in Seattle. I remember playing for football games in November where we’d use plastic mouthpieces in our horns and put antifreeze on our valves.
