It was a crowded drive up I-65 from New Orleans to Atlanta.  I was happy to be on the road, but felt like I was being herded like a sheep.  It didn't get much better when I was instructed to meet my client for dinner at a restaurant of his choosing. The group event was put on by my Atlanta based client who was apparently trying to show off his "Southern" by hosting the party at Aunt Pittypat's Porch, a nice enough, if a bit over-done recreation of a Rhet and Scarlett era mansion. Read more...

Last week I was sitting in the lobby of one of my regular clients whose office overlooks the beach on Florida's Panhandle. I was contemplating doing a little fishing from the beach, but after reading the headlines about the recent shark attacks on unsuspecting surfers and fishermen I decided against it.  It seems that the area had considered itself relatively immune from shark attacks, not having had one in several years. Read more...

Somehow I just can't keep away from Cincinnati. This time I passed through while driving South on I-75 towards Atlanta with nothing in particular to keep me busy other than watching the beautiful Kentucky countryside roll by.  These can be dangerous moments for me since my mind tends to wander. Read more...