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The start to my plane trip was kind of unsettling. I went to the American Eagle ticket counter, handed the ticketing agent my printed itinerary, and she gave me my boarding passes without ever asking for my ID. Is this new, or was the agent merely distracted while she was chatting with her friend?
I hadn't been back to the South for quite some time (and Nashville for at least 7 years?), so it was somewhat comforting to see Piggly Wiggly and Waffle House from my airplane window. Then I passed I-65 and a Krystal's on my way to the hotel.
This week was going to end with my watching TV and going off to New York, but I never would have guessed that Vanderbilt has random public net drops in its engineering building. Go figure. So I was zephyring and writing e-mail and (much worse) checking invoices on QuickBooks remotely, all during today's presentations (progress reports are never that exciting). And I returned a phone message. What would I ever do without a net connection....
I hadn't been back to the South for quite some time (and Nashville for at least 7 years?), so it was somewhat comforting to see Piggly Wiggly and Waffle House from my airplane window. Then I passed I-65 and a Krystal's on my way to the hotel.
This week was going to end with my watching TV and going off to New York, but I never would have guessed that Vanderbilt has random public net drops in its engineering building. Go figure. So I was zephyring and writing e-mail and (much worse) checking invoices on QuickBooks remotely, all during today's presentations (progress reports are never that exciting). And I returned a phone message. What would I ever do without a net connection....
