Neanderpundit

Drink your coffee and have your morning constitutional at the HOTEL, so you don’t have to call the Haz-Mat team to the home of people who are having you as their guest.

Good thing I have them on speed dial.

But I enjoy the hell out of it, so that’s OK.

I enjoy a great deal more when there are visible signs of accomplishment. And unlike Friday, thursday, and wednesday of last week, Saturday, I actually accomplished something.

granted, not nearly as much as I would have liked, but Mrs Alger seemed pleased. No, NOT Dolly. And don’t read anything into that that doesn’t belong there, I simply assisted M Alger in assembling and installing the desk for his Mrs.. I suspect he will evantually have pictures.

Cincinnati is a fast town, people drive rather quickly. I suspect it’s because of the hundreds of extra miles of road required to keep the damned expressways from literally being in everyone’s front yard. Also: there never seems to be any road construction down here. Oh, there are spots, resurfacing projects, I’ve seen those, but in 40 years of coming down to the Home of the Reds and fiberglass swine, I have never seen anything like the all-encompassing palumbo construction crap we get in Chicago. So people drive like fucktards, as they do everywhere, but the do it quickly, and for the most part, get the screaming fuck out of my way, which is good.

Cinci is also full of the most amazing yuppies, homes costing the equivalent of the GNP of third world countries. Beemers and Porsche Cayennes everywhere. Stayed this weekend in a Motel Six, where Tom Bodette welcomed me personally. As well as an and mildly skanky girl with her initials tattoed on her forearm in japanese- apparently so she could be identified if she ever woke up in Hokkaido with amnesia.