Monday, July 6, 2009


In Atlanta, just for a day. Last night I saw a firefly during the daylight in my backyard. It was neat to see the little thing propel itself around with its flickering yellow light. At the airport, while waiting in the lost baggage line (lost both ways, good job Delta), I overheard some dumbness, "They didant even look at their itinerary, they didant know when the plane was leaving, so I guess they are still there, all of dem." Then, this morning, at my desk, there was a cockroach walking across my bare foot. Welcome home Jew. This is the South. Get used to it.