Back to California

Flying back on Sunday noonish. Means the bus will pick up at the house 04:30. God, at least the traffic will be light, with the bridge still out and only maybe 5 hours to wait for the flight. At least not going through London where the computers are out or Frankfurt where the terrorists are out. Direct to lovely Atlanta. Home of one of the "Chiefs" monumental string art pieces above the arrival hall. We have just a small but intricate and lovely piece of his (1972) in our house.

And what the heck are you Americans doing over there? Bailing out for $700 billion, who? It's turned into a sort of get the rich guys revolution, except that the rich guys (aka Congress) are making up the rules. How about the people who bet the economy would be going lower, like stock market shorts and risk insurance shorts? They made a bet, they won, and now they lose because the govmint won't let them win? What the hell?

And the suitcase cost N4000 to fix plus N500 for driver time plus N200 for parking and I'm sick of it all.

I've noticed that when leaving this coast for the U.S.A things that were laughed off are now a serious pain. It's like my perspective is shifting in advance. Getting my finger limbering up for California driving. Why is it I can't buy a wall clock while stuck in traffic on northbound 80 to the Bay Bridge? Aren't you guys civilized at all?

Catch up with you'all when I can.