It’s bageltime.

On this day in 1927 the first commercial telephone connection between New York and London was installed. The signal was transmitted by radio, and later in the thirties by underwater cables.

Oh dear. Did you kids read this in Ad rem ?
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As it turns out, I have a few more pictures from my last day in Nashville and the flight over. here

Confound this crappy weather as it whispfully whips up chilly wet winds and slippery shivering sidewalks.

Due to a combination Jetlag-from-hell and cold virus one-two punch I spent the better half of Monday in bed. I hope I am well enough to teach tomorrow.

Oh yeah I almost forgot. Here the final bunch of photos from Nashville. Arrrrr.

Back in Dresden and boy, I had a delightful flight. The weather was pleasant, we had strong tailwinds speeding our way, the layovers were short.
On the first leg I had to sit next to a woman who was so fat that you couldn’t put the armrest down. But she seemed to realize that I was bummed out about sharing half my seat with her, so she made an extra effort to be cool.

As I was sitting at the gate in Dulles, I was suddenly panic-stricken with the suspicion that I had forgotten how to speak German. “Say something German,” I told myself, which only made matters worse as I kept drawing blanks on anything worthwhile saying in German. Eventually I settled on “where’s the toilet,” and caught myself muttering that outloud intermittently to the bewilderment of the other passengers.

Happy new year. This is my last entry from Nashville. I’ll be home on the 2nd.

I’ve had a great time here, although it’s never long enough.

Anyhooters, here is a short video of Keddie’s little trick.

I’m back from my brother’s house. Haven’t been online in, like, a month. Did I miss anything?
And, I have more pictures, not that any of you care.

Errata — Contrary to Mom’s Christmas Newsletter, Michael’s youngest child is named Marshall Jackson, not Marshall Tucker. Heard it in a love song.

Crotchety Ol’ Man Winter has told the collective southeast to get the hell off his lawn.
It’s quite pretty, actually.


some pictures