December 17th, 2003

toby

Up, up and away...

Today's the hundredth anniversary of the first flight by humans, specifically Orville and Wilbur Wright of beautiful Dayton, Ohio, who demonstrated their invention in North Carolina, giving both Ohio and North Carolina bragging rights. This afternoon, I learned that they had competition, a man named Pierpont who had obtained a $50,000 grant from the government to develop his airplane. The first one crashed into the Potomac River, the second was torn up by the catapault that was to toss it into the air, and then he was out of money and gave up. The Wright brothers used their own money, and got theirs to work. So much for government funding.

Speaking of flight, I'm flying home to Atlanta tomorrow. I'm finally feeling more or less human after having had a cold for the better part of two weeks now. Last week, I was so out of it when I was flying home, I walked into the ladies' room at the Cleveland airport by accident. I'm sure I told that story already, but it's a good one. I'm looking forward to getting home. Mary bought one of those cat-sitting DVDs, and evidently it's quite the hit around the Holton household.

I had more to say (e.g. "Hey! I saw where they caught Saddam Hussein the other day!"), but I'm kind of out of it. Like I said, I'm finally feeling well, and my appetite came back all at once. I had a veritable feast at the Macaroni Grill across the street. The food's pretty good there; I can do without the "ambience", if you know what I mean. I still haven't figured out the thing where they grind pepper onto a plate and dump oil onto it. I've been to a lot of Italian places (real Italian places--you know, bullet holes in the wall kind of places) and I've never seen any of them do it; they all serve butter with their bread. Oh, well...To each his own, right?
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