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What A Long, etc. Monday, Apr. 14, 2008 - 1:02 a.m. So I've been forty-three now for an entire week, and I'm feeling every single second of every year. I love to travel, but sometimes it's more of a challenge than others. I'm almost at the end of my most recent visit to Anaheim, and due to the supplemental visit to Sacramento in the middle of that, my luggage once again looks like I just got here a few hours ago. Which in fact is true, come to think of it. --- John is under strict orders not to look up 'Stardust' until a copy can be obtained. Yes, this is a no-peeking reminder, hon. Thank you. --- The Southwest flight cast and crew was more interesting than usual on Sunday evening -- one of the attendants actually speaks about six languages fluently and knows some sort of conversational travel lingo in about twenty someodd more, and so we got to hear him recite 'Thank you for flying Southwest Airlines' in eighteen different languages. --- Not a long post today except to say hi, I made it to Sacramento and back, and to thank Scott Hysmith for his hospitality. Scott, despite the fact that I spent a significant amount of time slumped over on your couch and almost drooling from tiredness, in the more lucid moments, it was wonderful to catch up on everything. Thank you, Scott. When I got back to Duke, there was Old Buddy Dave to pick me up and hand me a bag with a bacon cheeseburger from CJ's. That moment, along with spending time with one of my dearest northwest friends, probably came very close to shaping my idea of what Heaven must be like. --- Okay, there you go. Have a good Monday. ---
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