lawyers ought to marry people

What a weird day to ride around on airplanes, in cars, and be an astrologer. I left AZ, departing from the nurturing hands of Cancer, walked down the terminal building to get on a plane, and I saw a woman who looked terribly familiar. As we were boarding the plane, she said, “I know you…” and I heard a single brain cell connect with another in my head, “Yeah, you work for Miller, right?” “Coors. Coors Light.” At least I got the Lite Beer part right. “Taurus, right?” “Yeah, and you said something about Venus, is that over yet?” Then it was the red headed Capricorn at Austin’s new airport, and we had to try the new BBQ joint there, too. There’s a Salt Lick BBQ right next to Amy’s, and I realize it was a holiday weekend sort of atmosphere, but those were the only places that were busy. The pit boss at the Salt Lick was way behind in slicing brisket, too, poor fellow. So how many airports have decent BBQ, real ice cream and a good bookstore? And all with a price that is supposed to be no higher than normal? Today’s closing thought is a rerun, but I liked it a lot: “We got it backwards, lawyers ought to marry people and clergy ought to divorce them.”