I just got back from my trip to see Brownie and I thought I'd jot down a few thoughts.
If you live in Lancaster and you're reading this, sorry, I was only in town for less than 24 hours.
Dave's friend Marina plays in a 4-girl all banjo band called the Ban-jovis ... we went to see them for the second time on Saturday. It was evident that they'd been practicing, although the quality of their performance is not chiefly in their banjo playing. It's in their singing which at some points drifted into four-part harmonies. Lovely girls.
Newark airport on the other hand, sucks. In order to fly on Continental from CHS, I had to go through their hub in Newark Liberty Int'l. Apparently, Newark is suffering growing pains, so on the there and the back flights I had to go to an entirely different terminal to make my connecting flight. This was especially tough coming back where I only had (on paper) 10 minutes. Fortunately, on my return flight I found that I didn't have to exit security ... Continental operates a shuttle bus between the terminals.
Pig roast in Rheinholds on Saturday. Drinking beer from a plastic cup and me and Dave played a whole lot of familiar and obscure tunes around a campfire. The next morning my jacket smelled like smoke so much that when I went through security in Philadelphia, I took it out of my suitcase and put it in a separate bin. You don't want to make those TSA guys nervous.
Speaking of which, I used to
like air travel. Prior to 9/11 that is. Now it's a humiliating exercise in obedience. Not just patience. No matter what happens, you can't speak your mind, because if you give the TSA folks or the airline folks any lip, you won't get where you're going.
Free speech? Not in an airport buddy. It sucks, but it's amazing what a little Xanax will do.