Travel thread

[pepperwhiteMFC]

First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

Definitely, but I don’t overdo it. A few splooshes here and there.

[Bammer]

First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

oh man, i could go for some fried cod with malt vin dunked in tar tar . . .

God yes. Minus the tar tar tho.

Wease seems like an extra tartar guy to me. Whaddaya know.

[wease]

First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

oh man, i could go for some fried cod with malt vin dunked in tar tar . . .

God yes. Minus the tar tar tho.

Wease seems like an extra tartar guy to me. Whaddaya know.

The main ingredient is mayonnaise. Not a chance.

[Chris_H_2]

the weather is supposed to be cool at death valley and palm springs next week when we're there (low 70's). WTF?

[doug rr]

the weather is supposed to be cool at death valley and palm springs next week when we're there (low 70's). WTF?

its been cold and rainy all week/month...better wear 2 pairs of socks with your allbirds....

[dad]

the weather is supposed to be cool at death valley and palm springs next week when we're there (low 70's). WTF?

take me with you.

[Bammer]

At what point should I worry that Mrs. Bam’s new passport isn’t here yet (Spring Break start 4/9)

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

At what point should I worry that Mrs. Bam’s new passport isn’t here yet (Spring Break start 4/9)

This is why you intentionally wait to renew / apply until a week out, pay the nominal fee, and do expedited. It’s in hand in two days.

Nube.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah you aren’t getting it by then bammer. My wife had to drive to DC with her daughter two days before heading to Europe because they were backlogged. They applied to renew it in February, and this was June and still didn’t have it

[Bammer]

I met a guy from North Carolina today and he confirmed that my 5-hour layover at the Charlotte airport does not count

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Anything I can do to help?

[Bammer]

Give me a reason to visit the Carolinas.

On a tangential note, I got a buddy who is Nashville for his 10th anniversary right now and I know that because of the facebook posts roughly every 2 hours for the last 3 days.

[wease]

Biltmore Estate in Ashevillle is kinda cool.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Give me a reason to visit the Carolinas.

On a tangential note, I got a buddy who is Nashville for his 10th anniversary right now and I know that because of the facebook posts roughly every 2 hours for the last 3 days.

Your wife can’t leave the country?

[Bammer]

Give me a reason to visit the Carolinas.

On a tangential note, I got a buddy who is Nashville for his 10th anniversary right now and I know that because of the facebook posts roughly every 2 hours for the last 3 days.

Your wife can’t leave the country?

It’s actually starting to look that way. Glad I posted about it here because it reminded me to get her on it for real and expedite.

[Chris_H_2]

I forgot just how much I despise Las Vegas. It’s the absolute worst of humanity.

[96583UP]

awful place for real

if there was a way to visit for 1 hour and come home and be clean i would do it

[Bammer]

Booked a hotel room in East Lansing for September 16th