With apologies to the late Ricky Nelson, I got home too late last night to catch The Sopranos (thank Dog for HB02 tonight) but caught the last episode of The Practice. I liked that show until last season when it jumped the shark with Lindsay being convicted of murder and spending the first few episodes looking like a refugee from an Ida Lupino prison movie. I was very happy to see James Spader come on board, and if Fleet Street, the spin-off with him and William Shatner, follows the trail they started over the last couple of teaser episodes, it could provide an interesting diversion. Or it could be another AfterM*A*S*H.
The reason for my late arrival was a mechanical problem with the plane leaving Toledo (some loose screws on a panel – which sounds like the McLaughlin Report – needed to be dealt with) which delayed the flight for an hour and a half. That had no effect on my connection in Chicago – I had a three-hour window – but my flight from Chicago to Miami was delayed 45 minutes because of… actually, they never really said other than another mechanical problem with our original plane somewhere else which made us wait for another plane coming in from Detroit. Anyway, I got home safe and sound; the only phone message was from an elderly woman speaking in Spanish. Another wrong number, I hope. I guess I have to go back to the “LISTEN CAREFULLY” message.
Being offline, though, I missed the dust-up over Sec. Powell being cut off Meet The Press by his press aide. I had seen the original interview at 11:00 a.m. in Toledo, and by the time I got to Miami eleven hours later it had turned into a full-fledged diplomatic flap. By this morning it had faded from the news cycle (I had to dig that link up at the AP archives).
It’s good to be home, even though I had a great time with my folks and our friends gave Mom a great birthday party. There’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed.