Freedom City

I’m sitting in Orlando international airport at 509am waiting for the first leg of my journey back to Iowa. I went both ways without a choice between watching how much sun I get for the rest of the year and a jolly game of slapnuts. Carter leaves at 5pm so he’s gonna check out Seaworld, which looms large behind our hotel.
I committed a faux pas at the hotel. I had prepaid for an Execucar round trip and was waiting for pickup when the concierge approached and asked if I needed a car. I said no, I’ve got this Execucar round trip all paid for. He was so nice that it wasn’t until my car came that I found out from the driver that the hotel has its own car service and they don’t like other car services on the premises. “I’m glad you were ready for me,” the driver said in a deep French/Haitian accent. “They don’t like other cars there.”
I am somehow reminded of a funny table story from Saturday: a couple of attendees were looking at our books and I extended a postcard for one to take. They wore complete fox head disguises and had paw gloves. This is par for the course at Megacon, but the reply was repeated grabs on an unseen squeak toy. Then the fox opened his/her hands to show that the paw gloves weren’t suited to hold a card.
I’ve worked around Herky, so I know to do all the talking here. But the other fox started squeaking and before I knew it there was this squeaky pantomime conversation going on between them. This got more animated until one just shrugged. The other fox leaned in and said in a loud clear voice “LET’S GO!”

858am
In Chicago now. So close to my bed now…
Tuesday update—slept straight through to Tuesday. Pics and vid on the way.