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Friendly skies


Believe it or not,  this is a gate at Boston Logan Airport.

Isn’t it festive?

Apparently a lot of cruises depart from this gate, and the airlines decided to have some fun with the decor. 

How human of them. How thoughtful. How fun for the kids who are accompanying their parents on the trip.

I think other airports and other airlines should follow suit. More than one person has stopped to look and take a picture.  It has put a smile on their faces too.

And smiles can be hard to come by during a long day of travel.


I was waiting to board my flight to Chicago last night when I heard a fellow passenger utter the familiar phrase:

I bleed blue.

I immediately knew a UK Wildcats fan was at the gate, so I walked over and inserted myself into the conversation. What were the chances?

And can you guess how long it took before we were discussing the UK/Duke game of 1992?

50 days


There is a silent auction going on at my hotel in Denver.


Or that’s how it was advertised in the lobby.

I was admiring all the items up for bid — trips, event tickets,  spa services. The auction appeared to be part of another conference on site.

But now I realize the ‘silent’ part was for anyone who a) was leaving the hotel or b) was staying on a very high floor.

This thing is LOUD. And full blown auctioneer style.

People checking in must think they have to bid on their room rates. Geez.

Heads up

The subway ride home from work was really crowded today. So I was forced to stand, my arm stretched to hold the upper rail.


The gentleman sitting on the bench directly in front of me dozed off. His head began to dip lower and lower. Eventually the top of his head hit me in the stomach.

He jumped. I I jumped. But he didn’t wake up completely,  so pretty soon his head fell back down and hit me in the stomach. This continued for another two subway stops.

Then I moved my purse so it hung in front of my stomach. The next time his head dipped, it encountered cold, black leather.

That seemed to do the trick. He woke up, stood up and got off the train at the next stop.

Heads up, buddy.

US Open haiku

Go, underdog, go
I cheered today, but alas
Only Kevin heard.



Awesome alliteration


Congrats Papa Cumberbatch!

I applaud your progeny,  especially his carefully crafted Christian name:

Christopher Carlton Cumberbatch

As a CC myself, I recommend it. It’s memorable.  It has a nice ring to it. But he may be spelling it the rest of his life.

Of course, with a name like Cumberbatch,  that was already in the cards.