The Eastern Circuit

Six planes in six days should be enough for anyone. No lost luggage, and no missed connections, so not much to complain about in that department. Every time I go to Raleigh I get lost. This time, I figured I had it made, since I only had to go a half mile down a straight road from the office. Then I hit dead halt traffic, flashing police lights at the intersection in the distance, people driving over the median to turn around, and a helicopter circling above. Turns out they closed the highway for GWBush's motorcade. You all know I'm a big fan, so I was a bit disappointed not to be able to salute him properly as he went by in pursuit of giving away baby boomer Social Security benefits. But I digress. Soon I was on my way to -- brrr -- Florida, to rendezvous with the Harris-Kuzma-Callaway clan. Mom and Dad put me up and put up with me. We had a great visit that included culinary and social outings like lunch with Ken and Sharon and the Parkses, dinner at Ridgway Bar and Grill, and breakfast at Skillets. Mom and I saw a flock of black skimmers on the beach. Missy and Mike's place is faaaabulous! That is where I want to be to wait out a hurricane. All in all, a great time, even if it was too short. Now we have to hear about the Valentines Day party, and we have to get Mom to post some pictures.