Back in the days, airplane food was an easy target, though nowadays the quality of the mini bags of pretzels and cans of soda is pretty good, which was why I was surprised on my Continental flight to music city that I got a decent mid-morning snack, we're talking spreadable cheese, salami, crackers and trail mix, it's nearly a meal. It's about the only thing close to meal I've eaten on a plane in decades. It wasn't a fluke either, I got the same thing on the way back.
What can I say about my trip other than the usual griping about 10-12 hours days in a loud, beige print room dealing with intermittent firmware problems that can't be recreated because the finicky hardware isn't working? I ended up in a substandard Marriott near Vanderbilt (the pool was outside, the bar didn't serve food, the Wifi was slow) and ended up at TGIF Friday's my first night, since I wasn't sure was around. Did I mention the lack of the usual close restaurants and attractions brochure in the room? They did have Fat Tire on tap, but it was disappointing, with somewhat of a corn taste.
Meals beyond that were okay, with a focus on barbeque, since I was in a good barbeque area, though I never got to a real homey barbeque joint. I did finally get to the Blackstone brewpub across the street, for a good dinner of Kolsch, Nut Brown Ale and trout in between.
In the end, the last data capture for the hard to recreate firmware problem remained uncaptured. We're changing things so that they may not run into it again, who knows.
In book news, I finished a great biography of a good German in WWII, at least in terms of a good German not intentionally killing civilians, trying to protect Jews (his fiancee was 1/8th Jewish) and treating the enemy honorably. That good German was Hans von Luck, in Panzer Commander, detailing his training, fighting in Poland, France, Russia, North Africa, Normandy, the Maginot Line and the final battles near Berlin, after which he ended up in a soviet POW camp for five years. While the bar is low for a good German soldier in WWII, von Luck seemed to be comfortably above it.
In other book news, I picked up an early Discworld book, Equal Rites. I think it was the third book written. In it, a little girl, Escarina, the eight daughter of an eigth son, mistakenly inherits a wizard's power. Granny Weatherwax helps her to come to grips with this, and deals with the wizards of the Unseen University, who find the idea of a female wizard inconceivable. Dang, Granny Weatherwax is powerful.
In final book news, I bought The Last Stand of Fox Company at a Nashville Hudson News, I thought about the Elvis and Opry tee shirts, but passed. It's about a company of Marines in the Korean War who held onto a hill south of the Chosin Reservoir, and held off hordes of Commie Chinese, at least 3,000, maybe 5,000.
The week's ride was a big white Dodge Avenger. It had Sirius radio, so I kept it on 32, The Dead, all week long. It was so-so, getting back into my Tercel was like being reborn, I love that small, zippy, growling thing.
It was a good weekend getting reacquainted with my family. I finally replaced my glasses, I now have roundish horn-rimmed Lacoste ones, in a sort of tortoiseshell, pictures to come. Call me preppy. We also baked bread (twice, the dog got a load the first time, it was for thirteen year old's science class) and kegged my spicy ale.
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