Notes on a Road Trip

Your humble correspondent's in-laws are holding a family reunion in Logan, Utah, this week. It's been quite nice thus far, with none of the dueling banjoes or visits from the sheriff's office that would not be surprising in an any meeting of your humble correspondent's own maternal family.

I had a surprise! sneeze Wednesday morning in the airport garage--I'll spare you the gory details, gentle reader--but the end result was that I flew from Baton Rouge to Salt Lake City a la commando.

The flight from BR to Dallas was uneventful and so boring that I composed some bad political haiku.

president barack
springtime for america
allergy season

arizona john
eternal desert summer
sincerely, george bush

Your humble correspondent played golf for the first time in his life yesterday, and actually enjoyed it. Thanks to gentle reader Bill and my other brothers-in-law for talking me into going.

Happy Utah Holiday

The 24th of July marks Brigham Young's entry into the Salt Lake Valley, and the day is a quasi-holiday for Wasatch Front members of the LDS Church. They have a parade and everything, though it's not a real parade because nobody throws beads and public nudity isn't as popular in Salt Lake as it is here. Now it's true that most of the people who show flesh at Mardi Gras aren't ones I want to see naked. However, if new N.O. residents Brad and Angelina want to show for throw, it might help them fit in around here. I'm just saying. Not that I would look or anything. No way, not me. Oh, yeah, Pioneer Day. The date isn't all that significant to Mormons outside Utah, though gentle reader Ann says that the local congregation in our town had a Pioneer Day commemmoration on Sunday.