Autumn and other adventures.

[byelka58]

Last Friday I flew up to Philadelphia, despite AirTran's very best attempts to hold me back: after overbooking the flight - egregiously, apparently - they kept upping the bump offer until it stood at two free round-trip tickets per person, a meal voucher, and a seat on the 10-something flight. That's quite the return on a $90 investment, but I

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[byelka58]

I believe I too am in love with the spy on your porch. But let us assume he is slightly too muscular for my tastes, so that I can admire your choice and still be happy for you. I'll bring the conductor over to your house some night and we can all play Scrabble and eat some kind of dairy product out on the porch, illuminated by the clouds of fireflies. Assuming you handle the termite problem, that is; otherwise we'll all collapse to the ground like an international Scrabble conspiracy exploded by the hard work of a tough guy driven by the death of too many men and the love of a good woman.

'Kay, I'll leave the noir to you.

Mr. Ramis seems to have been in Second City, for one thing, and to have directed a few episodes of "The Office." Oh, and he was Exec. Producer on your I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With. But let us be frank: appearing in Ghost Busters alone is evidence of a full life. Nerd professors turning explicably bad-ass and making with the wise cracks? Delicious.

It's "Chee-ha," in fact. "Talladega" is a Choctaw word meaning border town, or so says the park staffer who was hosting (and, we suspect, providing all the material for) the Indian Artifacts show going on in the tower building this weekend. He also says the major population in the area was Creek, same as in southern Georgia. (North Georgia was Cherokee and not Choctaw, as you know.) I would therefore guess it's either Choctaw or Creek, but my ignorance on the subject is almost perfect.

Also, there's a movement afoot to extend the Appalachian Trail out into the Alabamian tail of the mountain chain, over and beyond Mt. Cheaha (following the Pinhoti Trail). We need to hurry up and hike that sucker before it gets any longer.

People read that book if they study historic Roswell (e.g., in fourth-grade TAG, where I went to school). It's YA historical fiction about a girl and her younger brother who get rounded up and shipped to Ohio when the Yankees close their mill. The Northern Army does come off rather badly in it, but civilian 'pacification' measures have that effect.

I didn't say the rangers were laughing at her little hat.