I’m back from my trip…just in the nick-o-time ‘cuz Mr. Clay E. Hathaway‘s suppose to be in town.

I’m packin’ my bag. I’m gonna go take care of my sick friend for a few days. I’m going down to “Up”land and it looks like it’s gonna be room temperature for ten days straight. My wait at the airport is bound to be longer than my flight. I’m bringin’ a buddhist meditation book with me…and no laptop.

It’s Spring. The time’s changed and the houses on my street are belchin’ out children like pollen. I was suppose to be inside workin’ on my web page update, instead I was sitting on the front steps listenin’ to a tamborine concert and looking up insects in my field guide. We saw a couple scary lookin’ bugs…looked like a giant mosquitos. I always thought they were called mosquita-eata-s, ‘cuz someone told me they didn’t sting, but ate mosquitos. I was instructed by a 4 year old to look in the “fly section” of the big bug book…so I did…it’s really a crane fly. They eat decaying plant material dont’cha know. They don’t sting at all.

“A lie travels round the world while Truth is putting on her boots.” Haddon Spurgeon (1834-92)

Correction…it’s the Transportation SECURITY Administration. I talked to the receptionist at the “Tansportaton Hotline”. She wanted desperately to transfer my call to someone else, but apparently no one else works there. She kept asking “WHO are you?”…and “What is it you want?”. She told me the phone number I called was primarily for security concerns and complaints. I told her it was the only number listed on their website. I think I wore her out…she said she have her supervisor call me back.

I’m not holdin’ my breath.