Woke up this morning dreaming about hopping on the Pacific Surfliner down to San Juan Capistrano and having lunch at the Hummingbird, hanging out for the afternoon, catching an early dinner at Trevor’s on the Tracks, and hopping the Surfliner back home.
Or maybe just a day I feel like playing hookey…
The plans are starting to come together. Lots of reading, lots of writing.
This is where I am today. I’ll update shortly.
Very early morning at DFW waiting for my flight, and the little ERJ-175 waiting for me at the end of the jetway is just being nudged from her slumbers by the ground service team.
I do like these jets better than their little sisters. Something about the engines-under-wing configuration is comforting. And the seat configuration in the RJs is a bit less crowded since they’re usually 2/2 in economy and 1/2 in business.
Hoping for a smooth flight over the southern Rockies and the desert.
It’s been a long day with clients and journalists. I needed the protein. And I turned down a ton of carbs, but there is probably a half pound of brisket and a half pound of chicken on the table.
Lord help me, I love Texas.
I skipped the toast and the hash browns (should have just told them to hold it.) Gorged on this huge chicken breast/spinach/jalapeño/onion omelet. Along with five cups of Ellen’s superb coffee, I walked out floating on air.
This is my new Dallas hangout.
Just about to get slammed here in downtown Dallas. The satellite TV is out. I suppose the Internet is next…
After five delightful years, we decided to sell our Itasca Navion motor home. We loved our house-on-wheels, but the painful truth that we discovered was that between my business travel, my son’s school, the demands that scouting placed on our weekends, and my wife’s growing preference for hotel rooms, we just weren’t using it as much as we should.
So we did the best thing for her and for us, and we took her back to the wonderful folks at Conejo RV, who had originally sold her to us, and they gave us a very fair price to pass her on to another (hopefully less busy) family.
I cannot say enough great things about either Itasca (which is to Winnebago what Lexus is to Toyota) or the Navion, or the dealer. We had an unforgettable experience all around, and (don’t tell my wife) I will be purchasing an RV again when 60-70-hour work weeks are no longer a regular occurrence in my life, and when the open road and solo camping are at least a weekend a month.
For now, though, my SUV and my pup-tent are my second home, as is appropriate for a scout leader with a day job.
Bye, baby. And thank you.