Only 27 Shopping days left!
Over the breakfast table, I looked at sister, and I suggested I was “barrio dude,” especially poignant in light of the traffic in the hood, “Well, except for the rhythm part.”
“Yes, Kramer,” Sister dryly observed, “you can always pray for a miracle.”
One more: Ma Wetzel and I were bluffing Pa Wetzel, while on the way to drop me at the airport. Didn’t work. Or it did. He thought we were serious.
My flight was cancelled, too, imagine that, problems with winter weather in Texas. Rain, anyway. Next flight, though was less than 20 minutes later.
21 days on the road. (Not quite, more like two nights, but it can seem like forever.)
In the background of this week’s audio file, there’s a little hiccup. It’s my own sweet wee Scorpio mum, making an ad lib comment. Too bad it got edited out.
Time to vote. If you ain’t done so already. The report I read? For my precinct? 47% of the registered voters had already voted in early voting. Nice numbers. At least I live in politically active place.
Radio program, late nights, in the Midwest?
