31 December 2001

And 2002 continues to shape up: I just found out that I live not two blocks from the former home of the legendary Harry Smith. If you do not know who Harry Smith was, I had a better 2001 than you did but your 2002 is looking bright. If you do know who Harry Smith was, share my contented joy when I tell you that on summer nights, that block is often graced with a man who sits on his stoop playing the mandolin, playing it well.

31 December 2001

28 December 2001

So this guy shows up with real live Secret Service credentials, goes through a background check several times over, and then some Air Force Academy washout decides he’s just not qualified to be a passenger on his plane? No, no racial profiling here. I cannot believe our Congress handed American Airlines billions of dollars in bailout money when we could be spending it on a company that deserves to stay in business. Of course, there are those who note that once the country’s most customer-unfriendly industry takes the multibillion-dollar bait, it damn straight better be on the hook to improve its attitude. (Any chance of some of the loot going for charm-school tuition for stewardesses? Boy and girl stewardesses alike. I’m fair-minded like that.)

28 December 2001