What the Declaration of Independence Really Claimed. Washington Post.
Our little remodel project does not matter much when the universe shifts forward.
- Original Sin, Amazing Grace. President Obama in Charleston.
- A love supreme. Obergefell v. Hodges.
- Batter up for single-payer healthcare. King v. Burwell.
- Messing with Texas, because Texas needs messing with. Texas Dept. of Housing and Community Affairs v. Inclusive Communities Project, Inc.
- Scalia is incoherent. New reasons to like applesauce.
While everyone else is back in Texas working on the remodel, Steven is in NYC for the Official CE Week 2015 Press Breakfast, powered by ShowStoppers.
United 1014 Austin to Houston. Upgraded to seat 5A. Thank you.
On the way to NYC for CE Week Breakfast powered by ShowStoppers.
But, more important, I got to fly aboard this amazing retro-painted 737.
This post filed from United Club at Houston, grounded by Air Traffic Control delays. Flight to LGA was scheduled to depart 10:17 am. It’s now 12:35 pm and United is “estimating” 2 pm departure. And that is the second announced delay.
It’s going to be an epic day. No matter how cool the paint job.
And, for the record, I do miss Continental.
United canceled 689 HOU to LGA after four announced delays that pushed wheels up as late as 315 pm for a scheduled 1015 am departure. I would have arrived in NY about 3 pm per the originally scheduled arrival.
Between the 1K desk and the crew in the United Club, I was protected to UA 414. The original wheels up was 12:22 pm. Flight finally boarded about 4 pm and departed HOU I think it was 445. Arrived EWR about 9 pm. Got to hotel about 945 pm.
It’s been an EPIC travel day.
I finished reading one book and started a second.
In Houston, I got a chance to show that plane livery photo to the 689 pilot and meet Sonja on the Global Services Team while waiting for ATC to drop the knife. Yes, the Global Services Team does exist <g>.
This chapter is nothing close to the 9-hour trip to Barcelona that evolved into the 36-hour adventure that made me a loyal Continental flyer. Thank you, as always, Willa.
So … if you think flying for business is glamorous and exciting and fun … let days like this disabuse you of that idea.
And let me editorialize … the United people I meet on what I joke is my continuing quest for yet another 100,000 miles … they are outstanding. It’s the execs in the corporate offices who are hellbent on making a joke of the frequent flyer program. I invite every one of those execs to sit next to a toilet in the economy seats at the back of the airplane on a 15-hour flight to anywhere.
While we continue to sacrifice lumber at the altar of remodeling, it’s also time to take time out for Father’s Day …
Last summer Steven took the girls to Cardiff to visit Doctor Who. Along the way, we stopped in London with a sidetrip to Stonehenge. Thank you, Paul Grey, tourguide.
This year, Jacquela and Jadin conspired to take Steven for a go kart drive on Father’s Day. The girls invited Kara, Jadin’s friend, to join us. No pix in the car because we were all on the track, driving. Lots of G-force and torque. Fun.
After this, we went to In-and-Out for lunch, then to the movies.
Yesterday, we saw Jurassic World. Meh. Today, we saw Inside Out. Brilliant. A new addition to Steven’s list of five best movies ever — Casablanca, Fantasia, Star Wars, Hard Day’s Night, ET, Maltese Falcon …
Hit Wikipedia for an explanation of what a Taiwan Night Market is. Think thousands of people shopping, eating, walking, meeting, talking, haggling, buying, selfie sticks everywhere, foods you have never seen before in your life, unbelievably hot and humid and sticky, olofactory surprises, sensory overstimulation …