I'm blogging, largely because I can, from a Delta Airline flight. I don't know how high up we are but the GoGo Wi-Fi doesn't work below 10,000 feet so we're at least there. Remind me never to fly on a Friday afternoon. The Minneapolis airport was like the stateroom scene in A Night at the Opera. In fact, I think I even saw Chico there. He tried to sell me a tip on a horse and I told him, "No, no…that's your next movie!"
I'll tell you about the trip later. Right now, things are kinda cramped. There are six midgets on this flight but the guy sitting next to me makes me look like #7. But hey, let's see if I can at least post a photo of Stan and Ollie from up here…