Okay, enough ranting for a few days. How about some pictures? Here’s a few slices o’ life from our journey from Los Angeles across the Deep South en route back home.
First off, every time you have a meeting in Hollywood, they offer you a bottle of water. Tessa takes one because she’s Tessa, and I always take one for kidney stone reasons. Thus, we have termed our month in Sunny California as the “L.A. Water Tour”:
When we pulled into Texas, driving a Prius with a Kerry/Edwards sticker, everyone thought we were helming a pod sent from Neptune. There was even some outright hostility, and several things I couldn’t snap with the camera because I would have gotten my ass kicked. But these should give you an idea. First of all, we had THE ONLY SEDAN in THE STATE OF TEXAS. Check this out from various parking lots:
While in a home in East Texas, somebody’s son was printing these off the Web:
These asinine “Support Our Troops” stickers are plastered over every goddamn SUV in the South, which is stunningly ironic:
I suppose it’s better than this, though:
Thank God we made it to New Orleans on Sunday night, just in time to scalp tickets to my NFL team, the New Orleans Saints, playing in the Superdome. For not much money, we got seats on the 50-yard-line, even though my beloved Saints lost a heartbreaker. As I reminded Tessa, this field is also where Dean Smith won his ’82 and ’93 NCAA Championships:
On the way back to the hotel, I tried a time-lapse exposure in Jackson Square with the digital camera, and it finally worked. The shutter was open for five full seconds, which is why I look like I have a pole vault shoved up my ass (click pic for bigger):
Next stop: rural Georgia!