Motor sport

And now I am at an Ontario Airport bar that is charmingly done up in early NASCAR, drinking a much overpriced Sam Adams, and bobbing in waves of nostalgia as the Channel 7 Eyewitness News blares on the TV. The suspiciously named Dallas Rains apparently still performs the weather report. As I recall, he named his son Austin. Personally, I miss Channel 7's weatherman from very long ago, Dr. George Fishbeck. He wore a bow tie. He was born a 70-year-old.

My brain is all wadded up from two days of work stuff, not much gas left in the thank, but I'm typing here and there on fiction, and it feels very nice.

It's a short flight, so I could probably have another beer and not worry about having to climb over my seatmates to get to the tail-section lavatory.