A Quick Note from Atlanta
I just flew into Atlanta. I'm not sure why. It's one of those things that happens to you when you grow up. You suddenly find that you're flying to Atlanta. Usually what people do is change planes in Atlanta, but I've discovered this morning that there's actually a city attached to the airport. (I know, I know, it had the Olympics in 1996, so it's not exactly a backwater. It's not Valdosta. But the airport is still the landmark. You think it's that big plastic Olympic torch by the freeway? Nah.)
The flight was delayed while "maintenance" looked at a problem. It's nice when they tell you there's a maintenance problem and let your imagination run free for a while. Let's see: engine missing? Needs new spark plug? Um...big rubber band down the middle has snapped? It turned out to be an electrical problem, no juice, and we had to essentially jump-start the plane out on the tarmac. It was odd. I think some good Samaritan drove by in a pickup and fortunately had some jumper cables. You could hear someone out there saying, "Black goes to black, red goes to red..."
I have to give a talk at some conference and my title is "George Washington and the Space Age," which is the first time they've ever been mentioned together. This could be historic.
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