Time Flies When You're Having Fun

Hee, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha!

Boy am I in luck!

I think about my laughin' place,

Yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk! Ha-yuk, yuk!

Everybody's got a laughin' place,

A laughin' place, to go ho-ho!

Take a frown, turn it upside-down,

And you'll find yours I know ho-ho!

-Brer Rabbit

Boy, that looks insane as a song lyric, but the song itself is more glee than schizophrenia.

Here's the video, from Song of the South, my favorite Disney movie growing up until it lost a little of its luster through the eyes of an adult that were a little more clear about the overt racism.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKJvnNNC354

In my laughing place right now, the mountains of western New York.

A tonic for the soul after four days of sitting behind a serpent of brake lights on Back Beach Road, and dealing with the sort of unhappy people that place breeds.

I walked out of the gym this morning first thing and marveled at the hills hidden in slowly rising fog. That's Little Joe and the Corning, Inc. headquarters campus in the foreground.

Yesterday's flight back was a new record--3 plus 57 from Perry to here, aided by a 38 knot tailwind. The weather that was a real hazard the night before, when I had planned to fly home, had mostly moved off to the east by the time I got up here. God protects fools and Irishmen, and I have the benefit of being both.

I bet my blood pressure's down 20 points. Some discernment there.

One last board meeting this afternoon, then an evening with P, then off to Buffalo for a little maintenance on the airplane tomorrow. Having noted that the Bills are in town to play the Saints, P and I bought tickets to the game on Sunday, and to my amazement found a room for the night at the Roycroft Inn. I've wanted to stay there for years, a turn-of-the-last-century craftsman hotel in the artist colony founded by one of my favorite writer/cranks, Elbert Hubbard. It's going to be a great weekend in the greatest corner of the country.

All good. All very good.