At an Airport, Briefly

Judging by the high volume of rollicking commentary, all y'all are going to be disappointed I chose to write here rather than there, but I'm a do it anyway. Random bits.

Was way too busy to write while in New Orleans, though I did try to get a fiction session in. Maybe two. My son was good at reminding me I wanted to do that more than Facebook etc.

My son was there, my brother, my mom. It was great. The life celebration thing on Saturday needs a good write-up but I'm not sure when I'm going to sit down to do it. After the flight that boards in about ten minutes, life returns to its usual channels, only at a faster pace, and you all agree I oughta be writing my book first and foremost.

But mah peeps will want to see the pictures, anyway, so I'll make a Facebook album and maybe link to it from somewhere, like here, or there.

With all my research, I'm beginning to think a history book focused on historical people-links between New Orleans and San Francisco might be fun. Full of stories, short and true. Mostly gangsters and whores, I suppose, and ship's captains, and businessmen of the day. Bathroom reading, I suppose, since the chapters would all be short, but hey.

I'll fill in the sabbatical blog in time, I think. I think I will. I intend to. One way or t'other.

I'm sitting in a breezeway at the Las Vegas airport. My gate is just out of sight and I fear they may be boarding now. Cheerio.