En Passant

Lest anyone suspect that I’ve gone hiking with Mark Sanford: that’s a good guess, but not exactly correct. Of the last few days when I wasn’t blogging, I spent some time fretting and editing and daydreaming and pondering my presentation for tomorrow morning, and some (not enough) hanging out with Margaret, and the last twenty-four hours or so traveling and getting situated for my talk/interview. I’m about to head out to scout the terrain this afternoon, so that tomorrow morning I won’t have to puzzle out the pertinent locations de novo while also trying to get to my appointments on time.
Having a lovely time; wish you were here. (And I found out that there are no mailboxes in Newark Airport, perhaps none in U.S. airports altogether; I wrote some notes on the first leg of my flight and went to mail them, when a somewhat condescending official advised me to not even try. I suppose this makes us all more secure, but I’d want to hear from Bruce Schneier before I accepted that premise.)

4 thoughts on “En Passant

  1. I remember mail slots at Pittsburgh Airport, before it was “International,” when it comprised one terminal with TWA on one side and Allegheny (now USAir) on the other — but that was back in the old days.
    Pippa, yes indeed it is, and I knew you would spot it. Hope you’re well at home!

  2. Oh, the money’s still here, but lots of French fries and disapproving eyes–we’re having a lovely time, too.

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