The alarm went off at a few minutes after 4 AM (auspiciously, Nina Totenberg was summarizing the stakes in Eldred v. Ashcroft). (At least, I think I heard Nina Totenberg summarizing the case; it was, after all, 4 AM, and I had sepnt several hours last night talking son Nate through a battery problem with his iBook.)
Margaret, heroic soul, voluntarily got up to drive me to O’Hare; we got there in plenty of time.
Landed in Denver a shade ahead of schedule, smoking that slow-poke Weinberger, whose plane landed just on schedule (not having made up any time between Boston and Denver; I’ll collect on your wagers later).
Roll into the Hyatt Tech Center, Eric Norlin greets us at the registration table, we skulk in the back of the opening session and some guy hails me (me?)—it’s Doc. Hey, there’s Denise. (Eric said, “We’ve got a lawyer and a priest. We’re ready to go.”) Now, where’s Frank?
Posted by AKMA at October 9, 2002 10:49 AM