Freedom City
John Ira Thomas writes books for Candle Light Press. He also puts things on the internet, as putting them in the hollow oak hasn't worked so well.
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Am currently digesting some brisket from Dickey’s at Dallas/Fort Worth airport. The connection to Orlando’s two hours off and I’m typing the longest thing I’ve ever tried on my phone.
I’m trying to coast on my Droid phone and my Nook Color, so we’ll see how it goes.
The flight down from Cedar Rapids was interesting, as the fellow next to me was part of a corporate entity that the Reagan administration approached to be the deliverers of paraquat for spraying on pot and poppy fields. Reagan was wanting to expand the program (which, for you kids, was intended to kill plants and or make them literally poisonous to consume—when Jeff Lebowsky calls you a Human Paraquat, he doesn’t like you, man.)
Apparently the stuff wasn’t safe at any level, and fallout would have been too visible even in third world countries. It’s easy to forget all these Reagan-era guys are floating around.
If the guy on the Orlando connection was in the Ford administration, he’ll probably be the guy who designed the Whip Inflation Now buttons.
Well, the second leg was interesting in a different way. When they introduced the pilots over the loudspeaker, they said one of them was John Thomas. I got nervous. All through the flight I thought maybe I should go up there. Maybe they’re expecting me.
Met up with Carter at the airport and found our ride, the guy with a sign that said John Ira Thomas. And I realized once again I failed to claim I was George Perez. It was quite the ride in style. We figure out something every time we come down here.
The lovely Russian lady who checked us into the hotel told me that in the restaurant tonight only the special is the Shatner Burger. I ask her if that comes with extra cheese and I manage to offset her obvious embarassment at having to tell every nerd she sees tonight about this. I guarantee some dork will ask if she wants to have a Chekhov Cocktail later.
We wander down to the exhibit hall to get our badges and caught an early peek at a SHIELD flying car 1:1 model. Damn sexy.
Had a cantaloupe martini and lemon tangerine chicken dinner and Carter wants to go to the bar, so off we go.
