Dad, Ken & I are in Palm Springs for the next few days on vacation.
The internet access at the resort is spotty and the competition for the computers in the business center is fierce. So I may not get around to a full entry until Saturday.
But I'll make it worth your while because as always, something weird and traumatic happened at the airport yesterday. Something that made me question my morality.
And on a lighter note, Dad rented a clown car for us to drive around in Palm Springs.