happy
jennlynnster and rustydog. Rusty and I happened to be flying home on the same airline, so I had the pleasure of her company for a few extra minutes at the airport, but all too soon we too had to hug goodbye, she heading to the B concourse, I to the C. As I walked to my gate, I passed again the statue of George Bush I'd seen on Friday. I remain unimpressed, but seeing an unimpressive statue twice in three days is a small price to pay for a weekend as fun as this one.
