Captain’s Log 5,514
A week from today I will be in beautiful Lincoln, Nebraska at a national conference of automobile museum folks. Should be interesting. There are usually about 80 of us when we gather. Lincoln in March could be fun. I am going with our business manager who has never really seen snow. The chances for some real stuff to still fall are not high, but it could happen. That would be interesting.
She is picking me up at 4:30 AM on Tuesday for a 6:15 AM flight to Minneapolis. We have about an hour to change planes and arrive in Omaha about 2:30 PM. We rent a car and drive about an hour to Lincoln. Why not fly directly to Lincoln? Because nobody goes to Lincoln. The ticket difference? $327 to Omaha. $615 to Lincoln. THAT is why we are driving to Lincoln. That is totally insane! Why do airlines DO that? Flying to Minneapolis and then back to Omaha makes no sense either. But what do I know? I get sleepy on planes and will have my Kindle. I should be just fine. Our business manager likes to read too. Good thing. I am not a fan of chatting on planes (for the most part).
Big Sister Mia chats more on planes than I do. One time, a huge burly guy with a stringy pony tail came waltzing down the aisle and we were SO hoping he wasn’t going to sit with us. But he did. Turns out he was a bounty hunter on his way to Texas to nab a bad guy. So, naturally, Mia was in heaven. The burbled at each other the entire flight.
I will do my best to update this journal from Lincoln. Maybe even include some lovely photos of the flatlands of Nebraska. Maybe snow. Maybe some Nebraska people wearing shorts in 40 degree weather.
On Thursday of next week, we will on a tour bus all day as part of the conference. I have no idea what they are going to show us that will take all day, but I am up for it. I was unaware that Lincoln was interesting enough to command that many hours of bus touring.
Still no pope. Those guys are just putzing around. They probably like being in Italy and are enjoying the food. Those cardinals are like me. Any excuse for a trip away from home.
Wonder what my Febreze-spraying neighbor would say about this! You SMOKE!