Spitball Army

The Las Vegas Airport terminal is busy. Not overwhelmingly so, but steady streams of travelers are moving in all directions along the walkways. There is no airline representative at our gate but, by simply reading the Arrival/Departure screens banked against the wall, we determine the gate location of our connecting flight. Then, we enter the human flow.

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It is easy to identify with the book’s protagonist and author Jean-Dominique Bauby, in full-body paralysis, as I am wedged between the triple-pane airplane porthole and Diane and Walter, curled up in a human ball next to me with their DVD player.

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Diane and Walter, my new travelling companions, are married and live just south of Birmingham. It takes me fifteen to twenty minutes to extract this information from them. Good thing I’ve brought a book with me.

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With this classmate in mind, I had programmed Mick Jagger’s “Old Habits Die Hard” instead of other possibilities, which could have included ELO’s “Evil Woman” or The Rolling Stones’ “Bitch.”

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It’s really too embarassing to detail where it was or how I found it, but I just thought I’d let it out that it is safe and completely intact and never left my house.

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Southbound on Interstate 5, on the way to Reunion Event #1 in San Diego.

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It has been raining here since Friday night. It is now Tuesday morning. This area sorely needs the rain, and this rain has been ideal – a slow and steady rain, but never a deluge. At this time next week, my neighborhood will be ten shades of green. But, today, as I walked across the back lawn to my office hideaway, the soil underneath the grass groaned and moved beneath my feet, sounding like an old man breaking wind.

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Czech archer Milan Andreas has had his Olympic dreams shattered after testing positive to marijuana.

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“Proudly, Dons, how we bathe…!”

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This sign was on a street corner in San Diego’s Old Town, but I also saw one of these – graffitoed a bit less artfully and more sloppily – at an intersection across the street from the entrance to a cemetary in Oceanside.

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