Home again after some uneventful flying. The flight from Atlanta to Colorado Springs is long, and the seats in coach really hurt one’s rear end after a while. I couldn’t watch the movie because the sound was too scratchy. We got in to clear skies and 60 degree weather. No sign of the snow we missed, except the car in the long term parking was cleaner, and there was more sand on the streets. We were “deplaning,” and Berck stopped and spoke to a guy waiting in the jetway to get on the plane. “Do you work for ASA?” Yes,…
We’re off in the morning to go down and celebrate my mom’s 60th. Be back Sunday night.