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Well I’m back from Puerto Rico and the landing, both literally and figuratively, has been rough. 

The flight came into Boston around midnight in the midst of a torrential downpour and gusting winds up to 91 mph.  I’ve never actually been on a plane that bounced off the runway so that was entertaining.  I actually think we were lucky to be in a style of plane with engines along the tail because had they been the pod style on the wings they might have touched down.  After we bounced, the plane rocked to the left, then hit again and finally straightened out.  If any government agency would like my fingerprints they can be found in the armrest of a Delta plane - seat 31D.

In the figurative sense I suppose it is better to have gone to paradise and returned than never to have gone at all.  That sentence sounds horrible, but you get the idea (Love, lost, etc).  I just don’t understand why I live in New England in the winter when there is something so much better out there.  I think I forget that the proverbial tropical paradise exists and that said paradise is not out of reach.

Note to self/audience:  I will not be spending the majority of another winter in New England UNLESS I have so much work that I don’t realize how fast time is passing.  I say that because my entire summer flies by while I slave away in the production office and I often look up to realize it is the day before Christmas and I have yet to buy presents.  If only winter would proceed at such a pace I likely wouldn’t have such an issue with it.

I heard that Daylight Savings Time switches over on March 14th.  For some reason George W. Bush decided to screw with the time change, which may be the single best thing he ever did in office.  Now little kids have to wait for the school bus in the dark, but at least it will be sunny past 5:30pm.

Peace,

The Wanderboy