Today I’m flying back to Boston from Dallas. As a matter of fact, as I write this I’m on the plane and we’re heading from the gate to the runway. I was surprised on my way down here how dramatic my process with the TSA wasn’t. The TSA is pretty much my nightmare of a government agency.
Today, when I went to my screening to leave Dallas, I lived my nightmare.
Most of you know that I stay out of warm climates whenever possible. Therefore it seems utterly insane that I left Boston today, in the middle of a snowstorm (Ursula was her name) to fly to Dallas. Intentionally. Where it was 80 degrees.
Kelly and I don’t stay in hotels very often, but there is one hotel that we try to stay at once a year. It’s the closest we get to a regular vacation. Every May during the big antique show in Brimfield, we try to go for a long weekend and we stay at the Publick House in Sturbridge. We truly love the place. We bring our dogs with us, and they have a good time too.
So obviously we were quite alarmed when our friend Carron told us that she saw on the TV news that there was a fire at the Publick House.
My friend Shoyo is a pretty cool guy. He’s an undergraduate student at BU, he’s got a wicked sense of style, and he’s been volunteering at HMNH since he was about 5 years old. He’s also the only thing I can think of that unites the three things listed in the title of this post.
Although Kelly has been to the UK before, I have myself never been there. So I have no idea what I would actually make of anyplace in the UK, frankly. Certainly there is a lot of interesting history to see all over the place.
Still, I think I would like to see Yorkshire. It strikes me as a very interesting place, for a variety of reasons.
Yes, I guess you could say that geology is a hobby of ours. There are certainly some aspects of geology that interest me more than others, just as there are some that interest Kelly more. And one of the things about geology that really reallyinterests me is studying impact craters, and there have been some interesting developments in recent weeks.
Geoff and I have wanted to go panning for gold or gem hunting for a long time. I have had the bug for a particularly long time since I’ve been reading about gems and minerals since I was a wee geek. As yesterday we both had a rare Saturday off at the same time, Geoff planned a day in NH where we could go gold prospecting. Yep, there’s gold in those granite hills.
Tonight it took two hours, a bus, and a taxi to get me from my front door to Mission church where I was singing a Holy Thursday Service (that’s Maundy Thursday to you non-Catholics out there). Normally it’s a 45 minute trip at most. Now things are about to get worse.