Road Notes: O'Hare Intl. Airport, 9AM

"Everybody's...talkin' at me..."

Actually, it's just the President. Wonder what he's on about...in yet another momentous wrenching of blood from the stony irony of his incumbency, I do believe he is prattling on in a drony poo-poo against...propaganda. I have got to get famous, so I can party with this man.

Greeks, .Gypsies, the Eye-tal-iennes, and a Pole took a look around...the gauntlet is O'Hare, and we're all in the Running Game. Makes me want a cigarette, but I'll settle for the Bloody for now.

Oh, yes, I almost got arrested leaving Madison. Just before the security check is a large red sign warning of prosecution up to and including chemical castration for trying to bring a lighter onto a plane. Two feet later there is the security guard, leaning on his podium, against the left of which stands a trash barrel. TMan, ever the compliant traveler, and also still morning-groggy, remembered he was carrying a lighter and compliantly chucked it into the barrel.

Ten minutes later and with impressive efficiency, the three security guards, two Dane County Sheriffs, and two janitors re-filled the noisome contents of the trash barrel, after finding my discarded, now coffee-soaked lighter. I was let go with a harsh scolding about the horrific dangers of butane disposal, but it still makes me wonder:

Does anybody else always spell 'sheriff' with two rs - 'sherrif' - before correcting it? Or is that just me?

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