I know that I frequently shortcut these posts by not explaining my relation to the people mentioned. That's probably needlessly confusing. So, regarding this trip, my brother is Jeff, his wife, my sister-in-law, is Denise, and their two children, my niece and nephew, Christina and Austin. They're all wonderful people and if you get the opportunity to meet them, I encourage you to do so.
So that's who I was with.
Monday was much the same as the previous days, capped off by going to see a rehearsal of Christina's latest extracurricular drama production, a short musical based around several songs from Schoolhouse Rock. That was the first time I got to hear her sing, and she has an absolutely beautiful voice! I'm not just saying that as her uncle either.
Afterwards we drove across Raleigh to try out a Brazilian BBQ. It should come as no surprise to readers of my Florida closed-restaurant adventures to hear that when we finally got to the restaurant we found it closed for a private party.
The flight home today was unremarkable except that my layover was in Salt Lake City, and Salt Lake City was in the middle of receiving a snowfall. The captain came on the intercom several times to say that our flight was on time but also to hedge his bet by telling us that the runways were being plowed, etc. In the end, though, we did land on time. Everywhere you looked out the airport windows it was white— and quite delightful to myself who was excited to see snow. About the time my connecting flight took off, the sun seemed to be breaking through.
Wel, I had a couple other things to report on, but I'm tired and can't seem to string sentences together tonight. Rather than labor on, I'm going to retire.
"There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror."— Orson Welles
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