Lunch today was kind of awkward to me. It’s kind of weird to know all these people yet not live in the same city. I wish I could hang out with some of them more often.On the flight home, I (aisle) talked with my neighbor (window), an Indian. We discussed Kashmir, Dubya and the midterm elections. Then we talked about cricket and the World Cup. I still can’t figure cricket out, but someday I’ll know what a “wicked googly” is.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.