Back In the 757. Maybe.
Is there anything better than looking at photos of someone else’s vacation? Of course there is, but that’s all I’ve got for you this morning.
I’ll make it up to you. Promise.
If you’ve never been to Glacier National Park in Montana these amatuerish photos may whet your appetite but they don’t begin to capture the majesty of the place. You have to see it for yourself. GNP is called the Crown of the Continent for a reason.
I’m writing this from the Kalispell airport - barely bigger than a McMansion living room - where my flight has been delayed for almost two hours, giving me about 18 minutes to make a connection in the vast Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport this evening (Tuesday). Who knows when I’ll get home.
For most of the past week I’ve been off the grid. No cell service, no internet. When I did find myself with connections, I resisted the urge to open emails or peek at the news. I did, however, check Twitter on Saturday to see how my Ole Miss Rebels were doing against ‘Bama.
No, I don’t want to talk about it.
While looking for football scores I got a glimpse of the accusations aimed at Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh. I’ll have plenty to say about THAT when I read all the details. But I can’t be the only one disgusted that these marinated memories have conveniently appeared at the 11th hour. Sen. Dianne Feinstein should be censured for sitting on this all summer. Shame on that woman.
Enough about that for now. Enjoy the view!