I am home, and it is wonderful! Even though inexplicably it is in the 20's here, I'm glad to sleep in my own bed, snuggled up to my wife and listening to my dog snore.

The plane from Chicago to Atlanta was the same one I was supposed to take from Atlanta to Myrtle Beach, but it had some mechanical problem so we got rerouted to a different plane. In that extra time, I recorded an episode of the clambake that in retrospect I'm not going to use. It was too noisy and sounds like crap. So, the snotty yuppie couple at gate A14 of Hartsfield, the ones who made big street theater of getting up and moving somewhere else after I started recording, the ones who were bothered by my talking into the microphone 5 seats away from them but not the people talking into cellphones 2 seats away, I pissed you off for nothing. Merry XMas and kiss my ass. Interestingly, after I stopped recording 3 different people wanted to talk to me about what I was doing and that flexible microphone attached to the laptop. This lends credence to my belief I wasn't doing anything wrong and the yuppie couple were just assholes.